The ’05 Drinking Game.

Ah 2005 the Year of the big general suck, year of the constant crap. How can a year suck as much as this one has, it’s all relative really. So to pass the time I came up with the 2005 drinking game. Play along if you want.

If you ever got the urge to swing at those pushy people handing out AM NY/Metro. Take a drink.
If a guy is a suit, talking on his cell phone pushes you out of the way trying to get a seat while you are trying to get out of a train car. Take a drink.
When your one eyed, alcoholic, aunt keeps referring to you as a kid while talking to her retarded, 20 year old, boy-friend whom she keeps referring to as her husband at your grandmother’s funeral. Take 3 big swigs.
When you have to explain to people that you like your job (which is 100% true) but it pays shit. Take a swig.
When a stray follows you home and you take it in when you really don’t want to, only to have it run off again after you get used to it. Take 5 swigs.
When you’re constantly biting your tongue when you know damn well you should just say it. Take a drink.
When you constantly notice, from your peripheral vision, that annoying guy at work starring at you Take a swig.
When you actually stare back at him and yell “stop starring at my penis”. Buy a new bottle.