Let’s be honest. There’s nothing worse than picking up one of those red Solo Cups at a party, and, thinking that it’s yours, downing its contents in one triumphant gulp only to realize that your refreshingly cold keg beer has been unexpectedly replaced with an anonymous mixture of luke-warm alcohol, saliva, hair, vomit, and toe-nail clippings. Why does an exciting game like flip cup always degenerate into a dirty exchange of viral bacteria? Isn’t there a solution? With the new It’s My Solo Cup edition of solo cups, your beer will remain yours, and only yours, even in the most drunken of tomfoolery. Just peel off the label and etch your name into the cup with a fingernail. Who woulda thunk it?
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