So last night while playing beer pong at the "club house" a.k.a. Sean's garage attic, we lost six of the seven pong balls to the crawl space never to be seen again. So, as oppose to making a replacement pong ball out of tin foil and plastic wrap (which we have done before), we decided to just play with one ball. Playing with one ball sucks, especially when your drunk. You always forget who's turn it is, and you have to make sure you do not lose that ball. Anyway, while playing this one ball pong stupidity and listening to Bizzy Bone, Sean shoots the last surviving ball and it bounces off the table heading towards the condemning crawl space. This is the stupidity that occurred:
1. Drunken me decided that it was too early to stop playing pong, and goes after the ball.
2. Drunken me then preceded to jump down to the one part of the attic that isn't wooden floor in a desperate attempt to save the ball.
3. The force of drunken me jumping down caused the sheetrock to break below me.
4. The sheetrock cracked and was hanging down into Sean's parent's garage.
5. Drunken attempts were made to fix it, but overall failed.
6. The last pong ball was still lost.
So Sean was not happy. I kinda wish I fell through the ceiling into the garage. It would have made for a much better story.
