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The Maury Povich Drinking Game


It has dawned on me (several times) that the Maury Povich Show is basically the same damned thing over and over.  But I was thinking, there’s got to be a way to make this shit more exciting.  With that in mind, for all of you jobless midday drinkers and alcoholic insomniacs:
 

The Maury Povich Drinking Game
(First one to get pregnant loses)

Black Woman with multi colored weave:  All minorities drink

Teenage White girl on stage: All White people drink

Black man with White Baby momma: Everybody drink

White man with Black Baby momma: Change the channel; you’re watching the wrong show

Someone Belly Flops on couch: Chug until they fall on floor

Someone Belly Flops on Floor: Chug until they get up

Someone calls him ‘Murray’: Everybody Drink

Multiple Baby Momma’s: Drink for each kid

Someone dances on stage: Everyone of that sex drinks and imitates dance

Audience Boos: Everyone drink Booze

Audience Cheers: Cheers to everyone… so drink

Somebody’s mama shows up:  All women drink and promise not to be her one day

Security on Stage: Drink until they disappear

Maury says results are shocking: Waterfall

Maury ask for ‘America’s opinion’: Last person to grab a phone has to call number, then drink

Lie Detector fail: Man fails, men drink. Women fails, women drink (per question)

Lie Detector pass:  Woman passes, men drink.  Man passes, women drink (per question)

Every time someone says “You are” or “not the father” before Maury reads the results, whichever sex is wrong, that one finishes their cup

Dramatic turn toward camera during intro: Drink every time but you can’t look at your cup

Someone sleeps with spouse’s/significant other’s relative: Everyone drinks and blurts the name of their sexiest relative on count of 3.

Obese woman on stage:  10 sit-ups for all women

Skinny man on stage: All men do 10 pushups

 

 All you Maury fans can now enjoy the show even more.  After all, you’re already killing brain cells by watching Maury, might as well kill a few more.  Grab a pint glass full of your favorite beverage and let the geek entertain.

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