Drinking can be fun

JRo: I’ve never had more contempt for anyone as I do for you after reading your “investigative report” on slap back. The idea that a vulgar (damn, shit, fuck, [I begin to lose track so] fuck, damn, shit, shit) elitist snob (yes, you are one monstrous incongruity in your own sad right) has any credentials to conduct an investigative report on rowdy drinking games is laughable. Let’s see, “I can accept the cinematic drinking games, (like taking a swig every time Julia Roberts makes you want to fall in love again for the first time)” oh yes and “a Beirut game here or there, hell, you really want to take a vacation from intelligence – let’s play flip-cup. But slap back? Did Georgia Tech wait list you?” I think you are a confused individual, JRo (what guy borrows abbreviations from awful pop stars anyway?). First, you suggest that drinking needs to conform to what you find acceptable, and that what you find acceptable is drinking to sappy movies. Ugh. Next, you suggest that drinking should be done intelligently (and then like a lot of northern elitists you point to a southern school as a bastion of stupidity, but now is not the time to get into that). Besides a certain element of foresight, as in appointing a designated driver, are intelligence and drinking even connected? You seem to be saying that drinking, in order to be valid, should be sensitive, intelligent, and highbrow (examining corks?). I say that drinking can also be fun and outrageous. Slap back is both of these. You ask: “What’s the fucking point?” Let me explain it like this: slap back is like a joke; you either get it or you don’t. You are like the humorless outsider that a) tries to deconstruct the joke and, after reducing it, naturally still doesn’t understand so you become contemptuous of it to save face and b) isn’t invited to play anyway. JRo, you’re just jealous of JCraze. Sucka.