The Century Club

OK, quick explanation - The Century Club stands for 100 beer shots in 100 minutes. This means that every minute you have to have a 1oz shot of beer. Every minute on the minute.

Now I'm not a beer drinker. It gets me all bloated, and full, and makes me pee like crazy. I prefer Rye - it's like the street racing car of booze. Fast and furious. But there was no fucking way I was going to do this with Rye. So on with our experiment...

first 10 shots:

This is when you think that this is the easiest, and possibly most boring drinking game you have ever participated in. Jokes are flying and you are seriously considering how this can't be that bad.

20 shots:

Whoopee. 20 shots of beer. Right now the game is more boring and annoying as you are constanly being interupted every minute to take a shot.

30 shots:

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Drinking Game. The mask is being pulled of this seemingly harmless and innocent game. It has a horrible and evil underbelly. The drinks start to hit you, and what seemed like ages between shots has now become surprisingly close together. The sum-bitch that is keeping time HAS to be tampering with the time intervals.

40 shots:

Foam. Horrible, horrible foam. You can see the scared doom in our eyes. Foam. It's like sliding on ice towards a car in front of you. Foam. Brakes won't help now. Foam. No sense in steering. More foam. Brace for impact.

50 shots:

Stomach is aching and full. Belly soooo full. Foamy burps happen more than talking. It's like sitting around the table with a bunch of frogs. burp. burp, BURRRRP, BURRRRRRRRRRRRP. Faces are getting rosy. Feel like that bratty kid that turned into a blueberry on Willy Wonka.

60 shots:

Careful how you burp. Keep the dishcloth on the table - another person will spill in a matter of moments - it's almost like clockwork. Probably best you have someone more sober than you pour your shots from now on too - it gets to become tedious. Like drunk sex .... think about it. I keep on reaching for my shot glass and realizing I haven't poured it yet.

70 shots:

Choice to leave your girlfriend and continue down the rabbits hole or pull the rip cord and save your soul.

80 shots and beyond ....

unknown. Here there be dragons.

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Things I've Learned:

1) Do not shoot the beer like a regular shot. It's not the usual toxic waste you are trying to sneak past your tongue and have to slam back before your body realizes what is going on. This will only create ALOT of foam. Foam is BAD. Drink the shot patiently instead. Trust me.

2) The beer doesn't have to be cold. You end up drinking so many beers so fast that the cold actually doesn't feel good. Actually makes your stomach upset. Go with room-temperature beer.

3) Do not do this with your girlfriend around. She will not cheer you on as you gorge yourself on beer like a pig at a feeding trough. And I thought Pig Drinking was sexy. Someone lied to me. And she will not see the humor in how much beer will get spilled on her.

4) DO NOT DRINK BEFORE. No matter how much you enjoy rye and cokes.

Now as a diclaimer to make my mom happy - please do not try this on my account. Also, listen to your body with this - it wins every arguement, so if it wants to quit. Quit.