last nite, i challenged a "i'm not drunk enough" peter to a contest dubbed "chug, frat boy, chug!" he whupped my ass during the first go, but only by mere seconds. we both came up gasping for air for having opened up our throats to an entire cupful of freezing cold beer. so ten minutes later when our body temperatures had returned to normal we went for the rematch, but not before arguing about how cold the beer was. logical solution? the microwave! timer set for five seconds, then ten seconds, and finally two rounds of twenty seconds and we were ready bottoms up again. i killed hands down this time around.
who does this, seriously?
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