A brotherly love-in

I think this is Rugby. The range of body types would suggest so. Typical team initiation, the type crybaby losers complain about because they are too frail to have a little fun. This is a game called 'Fill the Bucket' You'll see why in a few images down.



And so, our evening begins:

Hi Mom!

I don't think they realise what the evening's plans hold for them.
If you look closely, you will see an article of clothing at the wrists. Not both wrists, just one. More on this nuance later.



Jovial posing and posturing. Drunk, to the point of relaxed inhibitions, but not obliterated. yet.
They'd have to be drunk to get the one guy to stuff oranges in a red bra. One guy is not even bothering to be modest. He's already realised the's the most hung on the team. We'll see more of him in a bit. Again, note the clothing at the wrist. It's not being held.



More advance prep work by the suits. Amazing how trusting the new guys are. You can tell by the bottles of soft drinks on the table that we are not in the US, The bottles are too small for voracious American appetites. Also, no fat guys.

This is called 'shoot the boot'. When you make a mistake, you have to fill your shoe with beer and down it in one go. This may actually create an competitive advantage for the evening's later activities. The alcohol is already taking effect. Our Jezebel in red has already lost one of his oranges. The UPS-colored packing tape has been used in more places than just to hold his tits up. (hint, hint)

And now for the main attraction of the evening, the buildup to our climax.

Our stars for act one are the redhead and his MATE, the emo-coiffed buddy. Their teammate on his knees is enjoying the adventure they are about to share. Their expressions are unconcerned, though probably just stupid-drunk.


Our redhead has primed his beer-bong. His MATE is aware of the media possibilities of the evening. No, the beer bong is not the high point of the evening.


Lock & Load! Our redhead is demonstrating his prowess, and his friend is ensuring a fellow teammate records his bravery for posterity. They two next in line seem a bit apprehensive. Wimps.
Mop-head emo boy's turn! He has that glazed look of an athlete's focus on winning.


Next up, our friend who is confident in that he has the biggest swinging dick in the club, and his MATE. You may or may not be able to discern why I'm using all caps for 'mate'. If not, be patient.



WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!
scroll to the next image to figure out why we have a winner here, though you might have figured it out already. Are we surprised that the guy with the big dick was MATED to one of the hottest players on his team?













All is revealed. The bucket is NOT for spillage from the beer bong. It's filled with beer, yes. But that beer has made a few gastric stops en route to it's final destination in the bucket. Hence the game, 'fill the bucket'





And for the denouement (ROFLMAO). You should now see why everybody had an article of clothing at the wrist, I put the word 'MATE' in all caps, and there was a lot of UPS packing tape in the pictures. They were all tied together, in pairs. Like lovers, bonded for life by a shared experience.

From the drool, Jezebel may have won a prize, though probably not something he would be boasting.