A certain person I know just texted me about the spins, caused by excess alcohol (name withheld). Thankfully, rarely if ever do I experience this, but if you’ve drank, you’ve ran into this. The first time I drank, my buddy puked and then fished his retainer out of said puke, nearly causing the same reaction from me. My moment of utmost intoxication came on a bet. I was talking about another friend of mine that drank 72 beers in two nights. One of my fraternity brothers then said if I could do it, he would buy me a combo meal at McDonald’s. Not one to back away from a challenge/being a moron, I took this bet. After a huge meal, the clock started. I woke up with “27 down” written on my face in marker. I later found out my roommate had a great action shot of me expelling the demons – from what I can tell, about two gallons’ worth of evil. I may have also comandeered the CD player and turned it into a Pantera night, which is never good for picking up chicks. I was in no state to talk to anyone that night, but I’m sure my frat brothers didn’t woo any ladies to the melodies “Primal Concrete Sledge” or “Good Friends and A Bottle of Pills.” If a girl likes your heavy metal music, chances are she doesn’t have a strong relationship with her dad or she has Hep C from a dirty tattoo needle.