It’s kinda like that coffee induced “chance fart” that you brave every morning. You wonder if the outcome of our efforts will be muddy filth, or a seat warming blast of gassy toxins. That’s why you lift your leg up a bit, you don’t want to soil your sofa, that and the fact that you want to wallow in its entirety. As the warm chunk-free air flows out you realize this fearless flatulence feeling is the exactly the same as when you unwrap one of our fresh beer pong tables from its packaging (except that farts smell so much sweeter than beer pong tables). The anxiety is over, you took a chance, and you won. Pat yourself on the back and add in a little rub from us over here at Pong A Long.
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