If you’ve ran out of awkward, uncomfortable party communication then, according to social convention, it is customary to locate yourself adjacent from one another and lie cards face down in a circle with a glass betwixt the inner edge of the south and north facing cards.
This inconvenient, cult-like custom has been adopted by university and drinkers a-like, in order to fashion a state in which they can neither differentiate between their innate inhibitions or their overly-eager sexual frustration with their co-inhabitants.
Revealing each card, leaves members in fits of laughter at the quantity of which the participants have to drink; leaving the conclusion of every card a point and stare situation at someone else’s expense. sick really; isn’t it?
The pain of playing can only be compared to the likes of eating nails or scratching the surface layer of a blackboard with your nails. The only way to finish the unrelenting “game” is by unearthing the fourth King from the rest of the pack.
Please stop the obsession. Peace.