6. Cheating at a drinking game. I used to be notorious for getting people to play a drinking card game called High Low Red or Black. Basically you have a card flipped over and you can guess whether the next card will be higher or lower or alternatively you can guess whether the next card will be a red or black suite. You must answer three in a row to switch to the next players turn. If you miss you have to take as many drinks as cards on the table. In theory if enough correct answers are given you might end up with a stack of 20 cards before someone misses and has to take 20 drinks.
As you can see this game has the potential to get people really fucked up quickly. We generally play with beer and one drink is equal to a mouthful basically. I remember one time back long before we were ever neighbors JC came over and we played the game. I am pretty good with card tricks so I can generally get away with fibbing the deck so to speak. Especially after a few rounds of High-low once the beer starts kicking in. Suffice to say I cheated like hell and within 2 hours of arrival JC was head rocked back passed the fuck out drunk.
Well one time this seriously back fired on me. A couple of months back JC and I were getting hammered with some vodka drinks and decided to play some high low with vodka drinks. We really started to get tore up with those. Well after a few rounds of those our friend Kenny showed up with a pony keg of beer. Now you might remember Kenny from before from when he backed into our neighbors car, twice. Anyways this was before that incident.
Kenny is a pretty bad drunk. Doesn't take a whole hell of a lot to get him there either. So we decided to get him started right and made him jump right into the high-low game. Not only did he have to start drinking right off the back with a drinking game but he also had to have both a glass of beer and a vodka drink. Jc and I made the vodka drink and put 6 shots of vodka in it. Probably not the best idea but we were hammered and thought it was funny.
Well you can get the idea of what happened. Within about 2 hours Kenny was passed the fuck out drunker than a fiddler. I was hammered too at this point and stumbled in my family room where kenny's daughter was sleeping on a sofa under a blanket. In my drunken stupor I grabbed the blanket off her and laid down on another sofa.
I am not sure how much time passed but I don't think it was very much before I was being woken up. Apparently Kenny woke up at some point and realized he had to throw up. He made it all the way up the stairs but could not manage to open up the bathroom door so went in my bedroom and threw up all over our bed. Lovely. I stumbled upstairs and by this point I had to piss so fucking bad it wasn't even funny. Kenny by this point had managed to get in the bathroom and was still puking over the toilet. So in my drunken haze I went into the cat's bed room (yes my cats have their own room) and pissed in the litter box. Believe me that was interesting cleaning it out the next day. When I come back downstairs Kenny is passed out face down ass up with his pants down around his ankles, oh yeah his daughter was standing right there haha.
I decided right then that the days of playing high-low were over.
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