40 cans of beer on the wall...

una cerveza = 1 beer.
hmmmm??!

so i have this friend, Tony. he's part Jamaican.
i love him unconditionally. he makes me feel like a real woman. and i end up laughing until i cry really, every time we speak. it's a feeling of pure lightheartedness that is completely without boundaries.

well Tony was on holiday recently, and he ended up staying in a very small European country town, that by funny coincidence stocked Budweiser's.
of course being on holiday, Tony was actively scouting around for the hard-core liters to consume, when he suddenly saw the 1st can of Bud's.
it brought a slow happy smile to his face and his heart felt a little tug and suddenly Tony was reminiscing his "good-old" university days.

hence versus the whiskies that he had gone for originally, Tony ended up instead asking the store clerk for all the Bud's they had in stock for the day.
the ensuing conversation actually took a couple of repeated attempts, grunts, loud shouting and then some out-right blatant sailor-swearing-type rudeness on Tony's part to end successfully :) as in he managed to secure all existing 40 cans of Bud's and drove back to his holiday resort to just basically consume them all.
(why the drama??! no one really consumes Bud's in this part of Europe and the store clerk was worried that Tony would realize later that he was buying low-class beer. ho hum.)

Tony's aim after reaching his bedroom was then to see if one could technically suicide-by-beer; or if one would wake up after 40 beers in the one night.

well, he got through 30 cans over many hours amidst the other activities of walking, sitting on the toilet, playing with his loaded hand guns and calling me.
and then he collapsed. only to wake to an extremely runny stomach and 10 more Bud's. which Tony promptly finished for tea the next day.

Tony is still sleeping i think...