One woman couldn't get the hang of it, and we laughed as it took her five minutes to get the cup flipped. A few times I lost and had to take shots of Maker's Mark whiskey. After three shots of that, my throat burned, and I was buzzed.
A dog kept poking its head into the garage and then ran away when it got loud. My stepbrother and I grabbed the dog and tried petting it, but it got freaked out and ran away.
The two college graduates were going to be teachers. My stepbrother is a teacher, and I wondered what a school principal would think if he saw teachers drinking in a garage and throwing cups and tennis balls at each other. When some '80s hip-hop came on the stereo, one guy did a striptease to it. We threw peanuts and cups at him.
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