observations in the basement of the Life Of Riley
“Why,” quoth I, holding aloft a single dart in front of my eye, “are there not more sports that involve drinking and barbed throwing weapons?”
“What?” asked one of my drinking companions, no doubt unaware that I was about to launch into yet another one of my completely random and pointless speeches about something that had just popped into my head.
“I’m serious. Throwing darts at a dartboard in a bar is great and all, but can we up the ante a little? I think there need to be more drinking games that involve hurling sharp objects. Like an indoor javelin toss! With beer! Or hatchets. Someone needs to start a lumberjack themed bar and put a tree in the middle of it and let people throw hatchets at it. Or shuriken. C’mon, you guys telling me playing darts wouldn’t be ten times as cool if you got to hurl a bunch of ninja stars at a target, Shinobi style?”
“That would rule!”
“I know it. Are we gonna go do karaoke? There’s a Meatloaf song I need to practice.”
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