We were pretty darn good at beer pong back in the day, as much of a non-bro as we were. We reveled in that small white ball sailing through the air, hitting its liquid gold target square in the center — no rim. But, as with most of our sporting pursuits, we eventually grew tired of this diversion and its fleeting glory. That’s until we realized you could trade the pong for thong — what a world that opens up! Now this is a party. Sure, there’s still the ubiquitous red plastic cups, but instead of getting “cheers-ed” amidst ping-pong ball residue, they’re pouring beautiful beer down a gorgeous babe-lube. Damn! We’d feel pretty sheepish doing kegstands in the corner while this is going on. Yeah, avaunce! To the babe lube. Let’s chug our hearts out.