For Michael I am obliged to log this. On Saturday I went to a classy formal gathering for young adults atop a beautifully decorated rooftop deck. The occasion was a friendly sporting match between my neighbor's turd friends and I. The contents of the pbr were handed to me after a friendly spar with another athlete competing for the grand prize. I spit up the pbr, very gracefully like a majestic swan, all over my beer pong partner when forced to drink the loser's cup. This was less embarrassing than losing at beer pong to a turd, but a punishment I had to endure all the same.