I'll never forget a party a couple years ago. My homies and I get together and play video games all night like we did in middle school, only now we can drink. We're playing Mario kart on the Wii, and my friend Joe is hammered, but somehow he is in the lead. He gets hit by a blue shell just short of the finish line and gets passed by a handful of us, and finishes fifth. He calmly sets his controller on the ground, stands up, and just stomps on it for a solid fifteen seconds.
Joe isn't invited to video game night anymore.