"I'm not going to lie -- we're pretty fucked up," he reported, while someone hooted monkey noises in the background. "We just watched The Lone Ranger, and we were so drunk that we couldn't even recognize all the racist undertones because we were too busy hitting each other."
Huh. But what about the experiment? What about the strategy of drinking a different cocktail every hour for nine hours, crappy television beaming into your skulls, to somehow show the triumph of the human spirit -- if not the spirits' triumph over the human?