Now that Las Vegas has been thoroughly revisited, sans the 190 Octane post that is coming tomorrow, we can get down to the ultimate reason for us being there in the first place. The mecca of drinking game events. The gathering of the drunken masses. This is the World Series of Beer Pong.  Read 

Ladies and Gentlemen, WE ARE LIVE! We just spent a week in Las Vegas and played in the World Series of Beer Pong, the final event of which was announced by Bruce Mother-F#$!ing Buffer, the announcer for the UFC! I have tons of pictures so that all of you ladies can have new wallpaper for your computers and video so that you can get the full “Crab Experience” as well as see Bruce Buffer announce the event. Also, I’ve been known to write a word or two so a few of those may find their way onto here.  Read 

As I mentioned earlier in my Beer Pong with 151 Land Mines post, the AFOV crew is out in Las Vegas for New Years and the World Series of Beer Pong IV. We are taking our drinking exploits to the greatest beer pong tournament ever created, with most of the best players in the world all gathering at the Flamingo Hotel & Casino. This event has turned into to a yearly tradition for us, as we have played in the tourney each of the last two years, so all month of December has been filled with game after game of beer pong so we can show a little pride with a good showing. Cory and I will be playing as team Afternoon Delight, with the primary goal of making the final day of this tournament.  Read 

This shot began with a bet on Christmas Day. My little brother was playing an ESPN game where you had to pick prop bets during the NBA Christmas Day games. He asked me for advice on a bet–which team in the Dallas at Portland game would score ten points first? I told him to pick Portland because they’ve been playing well and they’re at home. He then blatantly ignored my advice and picked Dallas. This made me a little mad, so I proposed a bet. I would pick Portland and he could have Dallas. Whoever’s team gets ten points first can pick any alcoholic concoction from the liquor cabinet for the other person to take. Dallas scored the first bucket, and Kris talked a little crap… and then Portland scored the next ten straight and I won the bet.  Read 

Allegedly, I drank on Christmas. I can’t say whether or not these allegations are true, but I’d like to say that I celebrate the holidays only in appropriate ways. After all, Santa came across the Atlantic, founded this land, cut his hair, put on a tie, and sold us greasy fried chicken at reasonable prices. I believe in you Santa.  Read 

So, what do you get when you cross a drunken Cory with a Slor-dog? I’m not quite sure, but it’s safe to say he’s had a lot of booze. Plus, it’s Christmas, so you know that you mother-fu*$&ers are either too cool for drunken school or too into the “family thing” to drink like a champ. To all of those people… be-low me. Oh and Merry Christmas or something. That is all.  Read 

We all know the game of beer pong.  If you have been to party any time within the last couple of years, you are bound to have played.  Many types of rules go, which all essentially have the goal of making people drink quickly.  In the spirit of our 151 Days Of Christmas, and as an excuse for me not taking any 151 shots while I have been sick these last two weeks, I am introducing a new variation of drinking involving the game of beer pong.  Try including ‘land mines’ in your game.  By this I mean you should fill one of the 6 or 10 cups on each side with a shot of Bacardi 151–or any other hard stuff.  Of course, to make this work, you will have to fill the cup with a healthy pour of alcohol to keep your cup from falling over during play.  Read 

I have so many stories and fond memories of this drink that I have no idea where to begin. This was the first drink that I ever thought was legitimately cool to see someone take. It was also the staple free birthday drink at my favorite bar in San Luis Obispo until the fire marshal came in one day and said that there are no longer any flaming drinks allowed in bars in San Luis Obispo. That was a sad day for us, but the drink lives on through making it at home and passing it on to you readers, so that you too can burn your friends’ eyebrows off or laugh at the girls who drink so slow that their straw actually melts.  Read