Journal Entry no. 8 - The Beer Pong Queen
I am currently at my Aunt's house. With my cousins. College cousins. Who are alcoholic bitches. And wild party animals.
And we are nailing a game I'd like to call Beer Pong.
What. Up?
I may or may not be a little tipsy while I'm writing this. First round: 11 cups, second: 15 cups. Stayed for 2 rounds and drank 26 red cups. It was a close fight and it was awesome.
Anyways,
I'm not the Beer Pong Queen. My cousin is. She beat me on the second round and is currently playing with our other cousins. She's good, honestly.
Every guy (cousin) she beats be like: HOW? HOW?!
She's super good. Our dearest, 19 year old cousin - his friends call him The King because he's good at beer pong - lost to her.
Sigh. To say that he's man pride was bruised would be an understatement.
It's fun hanging out with them. We get the license to go out at 2 o'clock in the morning just to buy chips at the convenience store. Drink anything we want as long as we want. We even get free booze, sometimes.
Good old, days, I tell ya.
I'll just end it with that since the Pizza that we ordered just came. Bye, y'all!
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Who wants some JD and pizza? I certainly do.
Journal entry no. 8!
J.
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