Epic Beer Pong

My winning streak was finally put to a halt by my opponent in the last round and now was my chance to redeem myself. The match had been going for quite some time now and was getting heated, we were down to our last cups. One on one the final showdown between us, this is what it all boils down to; who will come out on top? The only audience member silently clickedy clacking away on her phone, my opponent scoping and taking aim for her victory and my head swimming in anxiety over what was to happen next. Will I make it? Will I come out on top as the champion? Or will I lose and take the drink and be forced to have to live the rest of my life with that failure? It's time we simultaneously raise our ping pong balls, take aim and throw... As I watched my ball soar through the air it as if time had slowed down and my heart was beating against my chest like a caged gorilla. CLINK! The sound of her ball as it bounced off the rim off my cup, I watched as it went back up into the air and landed by my feet and looked up just in time to see...


VICTORY!!! The triumphant victory of the final round! A wave of relief followed by a crash of confident joy as I take my win for then I could lay my head to rest knowing that I was the victor. Pleased with the outcome of the match I drift away into an unconscious reality to dream of what awaits in my future.

Crispy Pete

During a BBQ everyone was sitting around drinking beer and having a good time when along came a chicken... She wandered up sat down right in the middle of everything, she seemed comfortable there and thus Pete became one of us. Of course Pete stuck around for a while doing chicken stuff and being all chicken like but then one day she dissapeared... where she went we may never go, but it has been said that she's been seen chickening around the yard early in the morning during that part of the day that doesn't really exist. Then one day I was awoken by a knock at the door, who could this be so early in the morning i wondered, when I answered the door it was some dude with a box who said he knew I had a chicken. He then handed me the box, got in his truck and drove off into the morning never to be seen again... well by me at least. So I took the box inside, put it on the table and opened it and what was in there but a big pissed off chicken! This thing was not Pete, it was just a strange angry chicken so I put her on the porch and she made it her home. Now this chicken has been around since and has been endowed with the name Crispy, but I began to notice something odd about Crispy... something very odd indeed. This was a very lonely and confused chicken, this chicken felt different on the inside, the way this chicken felt on the inside didn't match the way she felt on the outside, Crispy made a life changing decision for herself, Crispy wanted to become a rooster. She began taking hormones to grow those big green tail feathers and that nasty dangly thing on her face, at this point there was but one step left, Crispy must go under the knife. She ran off to Guatemala for over a month without a word and we were all worried sick about her thinking that maybe a stray dog or cat had gotten to her, or that maybe she wandered too close to that burrito stand down the street until one morning, just before the sun arose there was loud shrill and powerful crow! It echoed from the porch where Crispy once would lay her head to rest, it seemed to have the power and confidence of none other than God's poultry!... and it was emanating from a familiar looking silhouette, but that's impossible! I don't know any roosters- but wait! Could it be? There was Crispy! A once troubled chicken now a proud transgender rooster, finally comfortable with the body he was living in he could once again survey the yard of this humble abode as he is now a warrior, a strong, proud and fearless transgendered rooster warrior.