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In case anyone didn't know, college kids can be amused by the silliest things. Especially after 3 gigantic bottles of Peroni. Last night, after making a wonderful dinner of seared chicken on top of fried oninons with garlic, orgenano, and basil on top of spaghetti (made by yours truely), my apartment and assorted others played games.

We started with F&ck the Dealer, a great drinking game. For those of you who don't know, one person is the dealer. The other people have to guess the top card of the deck. They have two tries, and after the first guess, the dealer has to say higher and lower. The discarded cards are placed faceup on the table. If they get it right, the dealer drinks. If they get it wrong, the guesser drinks. Three wrong turns in a row and the dealer is switched to the right. It's great to be dealer early, because by the end, it becomes almost impossible to get the wrong answer. We somehow managed to get through 2/3 of the deck on the first dealer.

We then moved onto a variety of other strange games including one where the goal is to curse as fast a possible. It was one drunk evening, and though Italians don't make the best beer in the world, its still passible at 2 Euro for a 33 oz bottle.

I've also decided that Prego tomatoe sauce is really pretentious. I buy their product and they have the gaul to say You're welcome on the damn label. Prego sauce needs to be renamed to Gratzie sauce. Same language, and much more polite.