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A few years ago i had four friends who had a great hang-out house. Not quite big enough for a party house, but there'd generally be ten or twenty people hanging out on any given weekend.
They had a beer bong, which i hadn't seen since college - three years before. It was a huge novelty for me, because i have a giant tolerance and i'm not usually in the mood to sip something. No matter what type of upitty expensive beer those guys had purchased, i'd bong a few.
I peer pressured the hell out of everyone there to take beer bongs. The guys that lived there were all push overs, so i could usually scream a few obscenities or threaten them in some way and they'd cave in and hit the beer bong.
"Uggghhh - what the hell was that cinnamon.... shit, did you put Goldschlager in here again?"
I preferred a beer + a shot of something, so naturally i assumed that's what everyone else would want.
Try it sometime. That harshness that you usually get from taking a shot of Goldschlager is replaced with a fairly mild cinnamon aftertaste.
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