The girl I am “seeing” is showerin up, so I thought I’d check out her computer. This comments section was up, and this is gonna sound totally bs, but I know for shure what happened. So my buddy and me like to go to random events around Hillsdale and mack on the hotties from out-of-town. This hobby has led to some VERY memorable weekend road trips throughout the Midwest.
Anyway, historically track meets have been good to us, but obviously most of the events are boring as frick. So we decide to each bring a 30 rack of Beast to make things more enjoyable. We are both almost 6 beers down when we get a text about beer pong back at the palace. My buddy used to run I guess, so he says he wants to watch the next race. After he explains it is 6 freakin miles, I’m ready to leave his dumbarse there. So he’s all like – what if we finish off the 30 racks this race? He says we can have a beer a lap, and then start headin out the last lap.
So we do this, no problem, and as we get to leave, the leader has stopped. Now my buddy is freakin out about the short stop, and is kinda talking loudly at track type looking people around the race. This guy with a stopwatch said that he was like this Olympic distance hurdler or something and that we were wrong and should shut it. At this point we’re fairly buzzed and didn’t wanna miss beer pong or nothing, so we just took off. But we talked about it on the way home, and we are SURE that we each had 24 beers for 24 laps.