I Just Wanna Play [insert beverage here] Pong.

It's spring break time. So far it's been one of my more memorable spring breaks (i.e. the only one I'll probably ever remember. See: Spring break is way too fucking short). Still, my aunt is over for the week, and my cousin had the idea to play beer pong, or a variant with an alternate, not-god-awful beverage instead with our moms. I agreed with this sentiment, and when we brought it up, our moms seemed eager and on-board. But every night, we've brought it up, and they've been all, "BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH-BWAH BWAHH," which I've translated roughly into "Eh, later..." to which all I have to say is ಠ_ಠ. I wanna play some motherfucking beverage pong! (Aside: Chrome puts a red squiggly under "pong," but not "motherfucking" (or apparently "squiggly"))

So here I sit on a Sunday night, fuming over yet again restarting the four week period in which I need to post at least once a week to get extra credit, and wishing I could play a nice round of bev pong. The party cups rest 10 feet away staring at me. Mocking me. Most likely singing some playground mocking song at me in its inaudible cup language. FUCK YOU CUPS. YOU ARE NOTHING.

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I'm sorry, cups. Don't be sad...

Dammit, now they hate me. Time to drown my sorrows in drums.