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In my freshman corridor in college, we had a brass little-pissing-boy statue that stood about 8" tall. His name was Master Piss, and he was awarded at our weekly corridor meeting to the person who had gotten drunkest and made the biggest fool of himself.
I only owned Master Piss once, after the incident I described in the "have an incident and now you can't drink that drink anymore" thread. My roomate was the Pissholder <i>frequently</i>.
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