
But there's something in Ohio that's so banal, boring, moronic...yet inordinately popular. The game of cornhole.
If you're not familiar with cornhole, follow closely, it's a complex sport:
1) You try to throw a beanbag into a hole.
2) You look at the guy beside you, who's probably sporting polo shirt and backwards OSU hat. You ask, "What do I do now?" He responds, "That's it, dude. Want another beer?" and points to a cooler filled with Natural Lights.
3) Presumably, you try throwing it again. Apparently this just continues until someone reaches a predetermined number of made beanbags? I'm honestly not sure, I stopped playing games like this in the fourth grade. If I want to throw something small into something larger, I'll play basketball or try out for the Bozo Super Sunday Show. At least you got cookies there.
The easiest way to play the "We're trying too hard to have a fun party at college!" card is to break out the cornhole set. Or as I call it, "bor(e)nhole." Write it down, Tabitha. This past summer a friend of mine was talking about the arduous process of building a cornhole set. Really? It's a piece of wood with a hole in it. It's a simple machine, like a wedge. You learned about those in elementary school, probably when something like cornhole would have been all the rage. Right before Tamagotchis.
So there's the gauntlet, cornhole. There, on the ground, next to the Natty can. As we like to say around these parts, check one: []tits or []GTFO. Either one works for me.
2 comments:
So I take that as a "No" for cornhole this weekend...I mean a simple "No" would have worked.
Hmn...not...sure...what...to..do...
[]Labia
[]STFU
...oh ye@@@@h!!!
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