There were five of us guys in college - Griff, Marmot (another story for another time), José, TayShaun, and Cmac. We all lived together and were infamous (IN-famous?!) for the parties we would throw, as but lowly freshmen. Perhaps even more widely known was the ritual that took place at the end of the night as the party began to wind down.
We had purchased a large decorative glass goblet from the local hobby store (I believe it was actually some kind of fish tank...it was really, really big). At the end of the night, we would take every "wounded soldier" (partially drank but unfinished beer) from the party and pour it into the glass. We would scour the entire room looking for half-full Keystones (yes that's half-full...we were the optimistic types). Every can, no matter how warm or backwash-y, was eligible.
When the wounded soldiers were emptied, we would then add whatever else we could find laying around. Partial bottles of McCormick's vodka, contents of old Gatorades, and any mixers we had laying around joined the party (soda, juice, whatever). Unfortunately, liquids weren't the only additives. We also added sports drink powder, chocolate syrup, and ramen noodles. The mixture was about the groggiest grog you could imagine. We would then stand in a circle, and pass the glass until it was empty. God help you if you got the last bit of the goblet, as it was very chunky and VERY disgusting. Once the glass was done, it was off to Sbarro's for an equally disgusting chaser of dubiously greasy pizza.
We dubbed this ritual the passing of the "Chalice of Malice."
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