I know not this "Asshole."

Sail, go here.

My favorites were Mexican (played with dice) and Hands Down, where everyone slammed their hands on the table simultaneously -- one team had to guess where the other was hiding a quarter. I rocked because I wore a lot of rings, so no one ever knew I had it.

I was about to type out the rules of Asshole, but then I remembered that it takes at least 15 minutes to explain in person, so... probably no one cares that much.

Suffice it to say it's a card game, mostly for the purpose of drinking. The beer bitch, or Asshole, is the player who came in last on the previous round and has to fetch drinks, etc. during the break. The President is the winner of the previous round, and can instruct people to drink at will.

It would be tough to play with only two people, but if the Winchesters played, Sam would most likely regret it in the morning.

eta: Or, you know, Amy's got it.

Okay, I get that it's a card game and you can get very, very drunk playing it. Otherwise, I think you either need a Ph.D to understand the rules or be so drunk it doesn't matter.

Otherwise, I think you either need a Ph.D to understand the rules or be so drunk it doesn't matter.

This! The second part, I mean.

I was trying to remember the actual *rules* to Hands Down and ... they just wouldn't come. It's a blur of laughter, palms slamming down hard, and drinking. Somewhere in there was an actual game. I think.

Usually the latter, Sail.

Some of the most spectacular shouting matches I've ever been in with a group of people that I'm more or less fond of have been over the particulars and applications of Asshole rules.

It's also not too much fun if some of your friends are spiteful drunks.

I sort of miss drinking games. Although I was total crap at quarters.

I do not, however, miss the hangovers.

I'm so lacking in culture of drinking games. The only thing I ever played was quarters. But then, I wasn't much of a drinker until I got divorced and then all my drinking was done in bars and the only game was walking around on two legs

Is this where I attempt to tell lies to disguise my pure-as-the-driven-snow yout'? Growing up Baptist was tough, y'all.

You were a sinner at heart, though, right? It's the thought that counts.

I can see Dean not having the time or patience for drinking games, actually. Unless it involved him winning money.

Sam, on the other hand, I could see being clever and dextrous enough to rule at a game like quarters, and quietly get everyone else drunk. Plus, he's HUGE, so he's got to be able to put a few away before he's feeling it.