WHAT: A circuitous card game governed by arcane regulations about “chicks”, “floors”, and “never-have-I-evers” (an awful endeavor on its own). Warning: everyone will jump ship within four rounds.
WHO: Kristine, the self-avowed “cray-cray” girl from work. She told you this was a beer pregame, but upon arrival you notice her apartment is littered with empty magnums of cheap red wine, empty bottles of vanilla vodka, and Tri-Delt composites. Which is a little weird.
@raphiellej I don't think I've ever played a dice game in terms of drinking...card games get boring quickly (Kings is the worst)
— Jeff Borzello (@jeffborzello) May 21, 2010
WHY IT SUCKS: 4: Whores. 9: Bust-a-Rhyme. Wait, 4 is 'floors', too? Oh no. Does anyone actually know how to play this? Of course not. Sitting on the floor in this den of post-frat iniquity as Kristine wine-haggles with her sisters about Tri-Delt’s original rules, your attention lands on the TV, which is mutely foisting VH1 reruns into your brain. So this is Love & Hip Hop, huh? Also, six is d*cks, so guzzle your now-warm beer and pick a card, d*ck. Or just go back to Love & Hip Hop. Kristine won’t even notice.