Beer Pong Eulogy
Written by me, with contributions from all
No more Aly, no more Liz;
No more Shawn, Mark, Min, Curtis, Aaron, Fred, Darren, Andy, Di or Sean;
No more "I got it!", no more "Headcase!";
No more "G-R-I-L-L-E-D C-H-E-E-S-E", "A bauk bauk!", or "Corned beef Bob!"
No more "Bring back that SHIT!," "Is there beer in those cups?!" or the frequently forgotten "Drink it!";
No more double OTs, no more triple get-backs;
No more crazy bounces, bouncing on every turn (*cough Shawn!*), hitting off the floorboards (*cough Aaron!*), or screaming at every shot (*cough Min and Di!*);
No more lighting things sitting on the stove on fire (*cough Andy!*), shooting so high you hit the ceiling fan (*cough Liz!*), or playing with nothing but a hat on (*cough Fred!*);
No more hitting 8 in a row, losing by one cup when you hit 9, or winning 9 games in a row;
No more playing when you're sick, until you're sick, after you're sick;
No more punching holes in the wall, denting the stove hood, or making food while shooting that involves fire or hot stoves;
No more hysterical laughter, yells of frustration, or cheers of victory in that filthy kitchen;
No more screaming all night long, passing out, streaking, sitting under the table, rim-jobs, water cups, funneling, or distraction;
And finally, no more redemption;
Good game, guys...