one time at this party, some dude I've sorta known through people came to this party, and was totally that dude that's like "you're on your 3rd beer!? I've had 8!", and by the time he'd gotten to 13 he was groping girlfriends and had fallen down a set of wood stairs (like a 15 stair set) twice.
He eventually blacked out, and people started having at him with magic marker, drawing and writing all over his face untill the graffiti was so thick one dude was like "fuck it'" and just filled it in and gave him a week long blackface. So there he was blackfaced on a strangers basement floor while the friends he came there with were pooring the keg head on him.
good times
anyway, the above story makes me weary of drinking 13.142857142857143 keystones, as much as I wouldn't mind one day becoming a wizard.