These are the kinds of drinking games your teachers play in the woods until dawn after they’ve been collectively blacklisted from every bowling alley and video arcade in a twenty mile radius. When all we have left is a bonfire and some Van Morrison cassette tapes and the sun coming up.
Not pictured: the elaborate one-handed hammer toss choreography that assigns your points.
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