P.I.G. rules. Any game.
Real stakes.

Tonight we're playing

One flip. Land it. The next person lands it or takes a letter.

Everyone puts on a mullet. Someone makes a shot, at whatever you're playing. Everyone else has to match it or take a letter. Three letters spells W.I.G. and you owe the room a dare you already agreed to, in writing, like a dipshit. Photo proof required.

Get the bag, 1 mullet minimum → Already have mullets? Play now

Free to play. The app runs on every phone in the room. The mullets are the ticket.

ONE LETTER AWAY

Open the bag. Mullet every head.

This is the only setup. No board, no cards, no batteries. One mullet per person and any game with a winner and a loser. Beer pong, flip cup, darts, cornhole, potato sack races down the driveway, bottle flips onto the grill, office chair drag racing, crumpled paper into the trash can from the couch. Really, anything you want to play. If someone can lose at it, it's a sport now.

ONE MULLET PER HEAD ONE PHONE PER HEAD ONE THING THAT GOES IN

THE BAG DROP IT WENT IN. ALLEGEDLY.

Someone makes a shot. Now it's everyone's problem.

Behind the back, off the fridge, eyes closed, whatever. The next player has to make the exact same shot. Make it and the pressure moves down the line. Miss and you tap one button on your phone. Every phone in the room updates at the same time. There is no arguing with a scoreboard that everyone is holding.

House rule: the wig stays on during the shot. Hair in your eyes is part of the sport.

Miss and take a letter. Three spells the word.

W, then I, then G. Your row on the board fills in and your friends do not look away. Spell it and every phone in the room flips to sentencing at once. It is the best sound a party makes.

THIS ONE WORKS. GO AHEAD, MISS.

GAME CODE

DEMO

LIVE

Greg

MOTHERF*CKER

WIG

You

MISCHIEF

WIG

Tap it. Nothing bad happens yet.

Actually, back up. You signed a waiver first.

Before your first shot, the app asks how bad it's allowed to get with you: Mullet Meek, Mullet Mischief, or Mullet Motherf*cker. It deals you six dares at or under your tier and you sign the three you'd actually do. Nobody can make you do anything you didn't sign for. Everybody can make you do the ones you did.

Consent, but for wearing a mullet to a drive-thru. Try the picker.

THE WAIVER · PICK A TIER

ONE OF SIX YOU'D BE DEALT AS MULLET MISCHIEF

Orders at a drive-thru in it, in character, no laughing. Asks if they do a mullet discount. Waits for the answer.

Pays out the title: BUSINESS CASUAL

You sign three of the six. Only those three can ever be used on you. Your tier sits next to your name all night, so pick Meek if you want, but everyone will know.

The loser gets sentenced. The room votes. The loser picks.

Every phone shows the loser's three signed dares. Everyone votes, live, and the votes are advisory, which is a word that means "loud." The loser picks one and gets a title for it: BIG W.I.G. for a Motherf*cker dare, BUSINESS CASUAL for Mischief, and for Meek, WUSSYP.

Then the camera opens. Wig on, face in frame, right there in the room. Proof or it didn't happen.

PROOF FILED

Dev · Business Casual10:36 PM

Wears it to work Monday. All day. Meetings included. Business in front stops being a metaphor.

Skip your dare and you go on the Wall.

Some dares are for tomorrow, or Monday, or the next family wedding. The app remembers. Your friends get funny texts to send you. And if you flake, the mugshot the app took before the game goes on the Wall of Shame in our Gallery, first name and a counter. Do the dare and you get moved to Redeemed. The photo stays. It always stays.

See the Wall of Shame →