Damn Tim, who knew that being a drug-addicted socially-regular weirdo would yield such high level trim? Good for you, buddy! I need to get on that program!
Love the suicide bomber beer. One time me and a big group of friends were invited to a skatepark 2 and a half hours away for a private after hours session, brought coolers full of beer (enough to share with the locals of course), and then were told that we weren't allowed to drink beer in there because the people from the city that subsidized the rent showed up sometimes. So we just snuck beers into the bathroom and hit it up high school dance style.
This is at the end of the night, and the rushing into the bathroom is obviously staged, but the foam barf obviously is not.