“Who wants to play…the GRAND PRIZE GAME!?”
~Ummm how about EVERYBODY
Many Americans who were not terrified of clowns grew up watching Bozo. He was funny, original, and just an E away from being Booze. But of all the catchphrases and gags from the Bozo Show, one aspect sticks out as the most American game that every child wanted to play.
The Grand Prize Game!
That child just tossed money at the buckets while saying, “Go clean yourself up.”
The Grand Prize game is so unabashedly American its buckets have been used for waterboarding. The Grand Prize Game is such a fantastical icon we’re honestly afraid to do a google search and see if it’s been rule 34’d yet…
Oh Goddamn it!
Yup, the Grand Prize Game was the glorious prize game that everyone wanted to play. Some of you might even have met people who got to participate in the Grand Prize Game, and that literally made them celebrities in your mind.
So, in respect of the a game so great it has “grand” right there in the damn name, here is…
AFFotD’s Breakdown of the American Qualities of the Grand Prize Game
“You’re never gonna take me alive, AFFotD fuckers!”
Our undercover investigative journalist, [REDACTED] has been through a lot. We forced him to eat at a Vegan restaurant, which is the very reason why we can’t in good conscience list his name here, then after a quick apology party we got him to sign over, essentially, his soul. We made him write about cricket, and about opera, and finally, he snapped.
We didn’t hear a word from him for a week, until our specially calibrated American hunting dogs found an unusually large amount of America around the Chicagoland area. Sure enough, that’s where [REDACTED] had been hiding out. After we sent in the hounds (ha ha, don’t worry, they weren’t really hounds. They were more of a wolves/huskie hybrid) we were able to bring in [REDACTED] and get his story behind his one week spent, as he put it, “Trying to get my America back on, you cocksuckers.”
Here is his tale.
“Another beer pong post? Really?”
As you’ve seen in the past two days, beer pong has a long rich history, and a series of well established rules. Below we have the final in our three day series on beer pong.
“This is my tenth game of pong, and I’m still balling the sinks…uh….”
~The Average Beer Pong Tournament Winner
As we saw in yesterday’s fun fact, the origin of Beer Pong is a rich and totally true tale. The tale continues below.
“Violence is never the correct method to enlightenment. I have been the victim of slings and arrows but I knew to take them in stride. Men have attacked me, provoked me, and have I turned the other cheek. But house rules say we are allowed to re-rack mid-turn, so you’d better give me Bozo Buckets before I fucking end you.”
As Americans age, they find that their sensibilities and lifestyle might soften. Some of us settle down and start a family. Some of us wait until kickoff to start drinking, instead of waking up at 6AM to pregame properly. Still others feel less motivation to travel to Africa to slay lions with their bare hands, and instead stay in America to hunt coyotes. However, there is one American activity that, though associated primarily with college students, remains fondly in the hearts of all American Champions. Never will we tire of it, and never will we abandon it. It is no mere game, it is a way of life, and a testament to our American abilities and ingenuity.
Of course, we are referring to Beer Pong.