refused said...
Fucking WHAT eriD? You've clearly repressed whatever traumatic memory you hold from that night! ahaha amazing.
Ok I'll tell you about the time I attended The Beer Olympics. Basically for my friends 20th he got 20 odd lads round his house. Divided us into teams. There was America, England, China etc. I was in Team Nigeria as we had the only black person there. None of us were quite prepared for the amount we'd end up drinking.
Round 1 - Beer Pong
We all know the general jist of this game. Basically being the opening event a lot was riding on this. Our team, got knocked out in the quater finals and suffered the penalty of seeing off the winning teams drinks. 6 pints between 6 of us wasn't too bad, although we had already drank a fair amount during the game.
Round 2 - The High Jump
Basically your team drank a set amount of cans, you stack the cans and then attempt to jump them. Thanks to our black representitive we won this event with ease. Here's the magical moment.
Round 3 - Crate Lifting
This is where things started to hurt. The general idea of this game was each team had a crate of strongbow and you elect one member to take part. Each representitive had to hold the crate at arms length for as long as possible, the winner being whoever lasted the logest. Before starting each team had 1 minute to make the crate as light as possible by downing as many cans between your team. I think i managed the best part of 3 cans for our team, so we came second as our crate was proper light.
Round 4 - One Pint Sprint
Pretty simple. 1v1 fastes to down their pint wins. I was elected to do it for our team and sailed through each round and battered America in the final. Here's me on the podium
They were the really heavy games. We had a few more but I really can't remember. Anyway, after puking hard a few times the games came to a close with Team Nigeria taking overall 1st. I was proud of my lads. Basically just turned into a regular party after that. Was pretty good, more drinking. More puking. Then my friend decided to offer people a bare knuckle boxing match. I thought that sounded fun and took him up on the offer! I thought this would just be a soft little rough and tumble, nothing big. I was wrong. We step out side, we're all laughing then my mate just throws a humongous over arm right that I was not expecting. Genuinely think he wanted to kill me. Completey fucked up my eye. Really pissed me off so I went steaming in and we just unleashed on each other. Fight had to be stopped.
After wards:
I look an absolute mong there, to be fair I was in a massive state. Here's my eye the next morning...
Was supposed to be meeting a girl the next night. Safe as to say she was thoroughly uninterested in me. Good.
The party continued, was hilarious to be fair, never seen so much puke in my entire life. One lad managed to puke in my mates mum's boots. Was Embarrassing in every sense really. But amazing at the same time.