"Well, George, looks like our side bets a draw," Kevin said as the whistle blew, and half time began.
"No way, you're welshing on your bet. The bet was that if the Sea Hawks were ahead at half time, I'd spend the rest of the game as billiard ball. But if they weren't ahead, you'd be transformed into my bottomless beer stein for the rest of the game. The Sea Hawls are not ahead, pay up, Kevin!"
"George, the Patriots aren't ahead. It's a tie."
"The bet only concerned whether the Sea Hawks were ahead," George said.
The announcer introduced Katy Perry and the half time show.
Kevin opened his mouth, and it filled up with beer. His body started to shrink except for his open mouth and his boner. Soon his clothing was in a heap and in the center was beer stein with a big ceramic handle that had been Kevin's penis. George picked him up and took a sip. The moment he took a swallow, more beer welled up magically in the stein.
"What happened to Kevin?" Joe asked. A couple other guys leaned in to listen.
George explained that Kevin has lost the half time bet.
"Could I borrow that stein for a couple minutes?," Steve asked.
"Sure."
Steve grabbed the stein and immediately went over to Brody, "Hey, Bro, I'll bet you cannot empty this stein in one gulp. If you can, name your forfeit, but if you cannot, you spend the rest of the game as my boxer briefs."
"Dude, you're losing big time. I've enptied yards of beer, and this is just a stein. Bet's on, but you'll be my sock."
Mike Brody tipped back the stein and started to pour the contents down his throat. He poured, and poured, but there seemed to be more inside the stein. Finally, he sputtered, and stared at the full-stein. He was buzzed. He must've drank at least 3 pints worth, but it looked like he hadn't even had a sip.
"I win!" Steve said grabbing the stein.
"Yeah-bu-" Brody began. He looked like he was a shadow of his former self. His clothing fell right through him, and then suddenly, the naked ghost Brody was gone.
Steve laughed. He reached inside his waistband and pulled out the spandex waistband of his jockstrap and let it snap back in place. He handed the stein back to George.
"What was that about about?" George asked.
"Oh, I bet Brody he couldn't drain your stein. I'd come in commando, but now I'm wearing Brody."
He grinned.
"Ah, good. I plan to wear him at my convention in a couple months, so this should be good practice for him. You want a sip? Kevin's delicious," George said offering Steve the stein again.
"Why not?" he said taking a gulp.
"Hey, can I borrow your stein, George?"