Ping Pong’d
by mobchicago - 04/01/09 
Colin dons his lucky hat, or something.
Adam drops the ball. Literally.
Colin and Raphael play REAL hard.
Game? What game? Let’s drink.
It was a cold and soggy night. When we got word that our competitors, Threadless, had a ping pong table in their office, we knew we were toast. Some of us hadn’t played in years, let alone hours like the Threadless team. We were concerned when game time got pushed up an hour, but luckily most of our team was able to make it. The Happy Village wasn’t a very happy place for us the that night. The bar reminded us of one of those barren, off the highway dive bars allocated for drifters only — except with a really cool beer garden. The Old Style flowed as we tried to muster up our strength to what inevitably would be a huge ass kicking. Some of us just sat on the sidelines imbibing booze as we watched our teammates get destroyed both in singles and doubles matches. Well, our secret French-Canadian weapon, Raphael, won us a couple of games salvaging some of our dignity. Everyone else who went up against the mighty beast got hammered, and not the good kind of hammered. Despite our loss, fun was still had by everyone. With cheap booze, you can’t go wrong. We’re confident we can still make a comeback and emerge as champions again. Ping Pong’s a stupid game anyway. Now onto bowling!
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