Ok, so recently a little shit talking has been passed back and forth between us and the dark side, also known as the pocket crew, on who can play a better game of beer pong. It only made sense that we would put our best players to the test against theirs. Well, in the end it didn't turn out so well and the enemy came out victorious. Threats were made, objects were broken, tears were shed and it ended in the unfortunately common episode of Julian repeatedly screaming "FUCK" at the top of his lungs. I had fun on the sidelines since I didn't make the cut but still made thee behind the backs in 24 hours (throws up the shocker) and just for the record, these pictures were not taken by me.
On behalf of a neutral "urb fuck" may I say congrats to the pocket crew, we'll see you next game.
-Ben
