"When I was a freshman in college one of the most ridiculous nights of my life happened. We were pre gaming with like three girls, and four guys and we decided to leave decently early just to beat the rush at the house party we were going to. Turned out that we got to the house party at the perfect time. It wasn't too crowded but we weren't the first one's there. I had just met this kid who was good friends with one of my teammates and he needed a beer pong partner and I just happened to be standing there. Turns out we made the greatest team of all time. We won 14 games in a row, just an absolutely epic and monster run through the competition and it is still to this day the greatest pong run I have ever had. When we walked out of the party I walked directly to the street corner with my pre game people. And then I stopped and proceeded to yack all over the sidewalk. When I say I was yacking, I was projectile vomiting with velocity. One of the girls from the pre game was helping me out while I was yacking. We then went back to her dorm and she made out with me anyway even though I had just threw up my lungs. In recapping, it was a 14-1 record in beer pong for the night, a projectile vomit at about Mach 3, and a make out session with leftover vomit residue in my mouth. And yes I became good friends with my beer pong partner from that night."
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