Belly Bong
In college, the day I graduated, I chugged a three story beer bong at a frat house. The beer hose was caked with mold, but I didn’t care. The others holding the funnel were on the third floor while I stood about 30 feet out from the building. We poured in a six-pack of Old Milwaukee- our favorite. When it comes to price, “It just doesn’t get any better than this”! By the time the foam worked its way back to the top, the beer was luke warm. There was a pressure valve at the end, (no thumb could handle it), and I had to squeeze my fingers around my lips to keep from spraying wasted beer due to the extreme pressure.
When I turned the valve, 3 seconds it how long it took to force all the beer into my stomach. The pain was excruciating. For a moment, I actually considered if I could keep the beer in my stomach, but I instantly began to become afraid of what I had done to myself. After a 3 second pause, I wretched six times, grabbed a cold beer, and chugged it in 7 seconds.
Believe it or not. Getcha a Cold Beer.
Belly
