Marty Moose
Striker
Had a slab of 18 Carling (urgh) for Christmas Day yesterday as my dad and the FIL only drink shit cooking lager. As it turned out they only had a can each as both had the car, so I ended up flattening the other 16 over the course of the day. It's scientifically impossible to get pissed on that stuff. Bounded out of bed fresh as daisy this morning with no ill effects. If I'd had anywhere near the same amount of something actually half decent I'd have been getting my stomach pumped by now.