That’s right. I have jackshit to do today. The grass is cut, plus it’s hot as hell out there. I know, I could read a book or even play PS2, but I’m not. Therefore, I have visited my local beer store and purchased a case of Bud Light* + there are some bottles left over in the refrigerator. I’m going to start at 12 noon and go as long as I can. I have planned my television viewing as well. The Clemson/Georgia game is on at 12, the Busch race is on at 2 followed by women’s volleyball. (mmmmmm). I shall report my progress as the day progresses.
All criticism will be ignored. I’m well aware this is a stupid idea.
Cook the nachoes EARLY; maybe pre-make some sandwiches for later. You should not use the stove later in the day. Hell, you can’t be trusted with the microwave.
Does this idea have anything to do with a cetain fourth grade teacher?
Alrighty, it’s been an hour and I’m on #4. I started with 2 bottles because the cans were warm and the first can didn’t taste very good. I hope it was because they were warm. I’ve kind of got a rebate buzz, so this isn’t looking good.
An hour? Try 100 shots (of beer) in 100 minutes. My friends and I did this a number of times in college. At around 50 or 60, the minutes start coming very quick.
We did it again a few weeks ago for the hell of it. Only 3 out of 6 of us survived to 100.
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Forget your hike already? I didn’t mean the marathon. I figured your 26 beers were for the marathon. But since (I gathered) you aren’t doing anything more than sitting around drinking beers, I was just trying to give you something to visualize in order to pace yourself.
You did walk 30.5 miles in the woods not long ago, right?
Do the beers you already drank blot that out, or was this another universe a while back?
Bless you for remembering. You are absolutely right, I’m a moron. I actually still have a bruised big toe nail.
Unfortunately, I have done the math and I can’t pace myself. Observe:
Slow pace = 2 per hour = 13 hours = 1am = too late because I’m going to Darlington tomorrow.
Medium pace = 3 per hour = 9 hours = 9pm = acceptable time to go to bed for race tomorrow.
What’s a drunk to do? Update: we’re on #6 and “over the hill”. The seal has been broken but the Tigers are still losing at the half. Damn SEC refs. . .
Thank you for remembering. There are still specks of oil on my oven!
Ok, we’re on #9 and not doing so bad! Hey, I’m still manually coding!. The Georgia/Clemson game has turned into the Georgia/Girl Scout Troop #317 game so football has moved to aux. tv while the main tv is focused on the Busch race. Go #21!
