The backstory: This whole thing started with Carl and I going to pick up job applications so we wouldn’t be poor bums anymore. So we pick up some apps, the head back to campus. We begin to talk about what most undergraduate students in college talk about: drinking. So we start to converse about a particular night in which Carl drank two 40s of MGD and said he was fine. I disagreed and said he was drunk as fuck, a position which I still hold today. So Carl decides to tell me that he loves the taste of MGD and that he could probably drink five in one night. So I called him on it, and the bet was on.

The bet: The bet is that Carl has to drink five 40s of Miller Genuine Draft in one night. At first we joked about it, but then he actually thought he could do it. So I began setting rules, which will be listed below. The bet was I would buy the 40s. If he could drink them all, then everything is good, but if he couldn’t finish all five in one night, then he would owe me the money for the entire cost of all of the 40s.

The rules:

-All five forties must be consumed in one night between 10:00 PM and 4:00 AM.

-If Carl pukes before he finishes, he loses

-No eating of any food

-No drinking of anything. No water, no soda, nothing but MGD.

-If Carl passes out or dies before he finishes, he loses.

-In the eventuality that Carl DID die before he finished, I would not be held legally or financially responsible.

The entire bet was documented (not very well) and will be shown via pictures below.

Here is Carl, with his five forties, looking confident. As you can see, Carl dressed up for the event.

In all seriousness dude, I was drinking Bacardi O.

Here’s Carl finishing the first one, approximately one hour has passed.

Here are two of the witnesses of the madness of the night. The one on the right is sexy, no?

Chris gets laid a lot. Fuck you Chris.

When I told Carl he wouldn’t finish. He said “Fuck you” via finger, and smiled for the picture.

Finishing the second forty. After I took this picture, he told me that he didn’t think that he’d make it.

Carl is now the official King of the Laundry Basket. And yes, my dirty clothes were in there.

Carl midway through the third, and me doing my best impression of him.

Carl with a roll of paper towels wrapped around his head Karate Kid style. Idiot.

Carl is loaded. He’s close to finishing the third forty. Notice the throw up bin at his feet.

Carl before he even finished the third forty. Look at his eyes. The kid is done.

Anyone who drinks a lot (AKA college students) knows this feeling. Not thirty seconds after this picture was taken, he ralphed his brains out.

The final count: Carl drank 2 whole 40s and almost finished a third. And we all know that almost only counts in horseshoes. Vince, meanwhile, finished off a twelve pack of Coors Light.

And the best picture of all. This was my reaction the entire night. Seriously, the funniest night of my life. And I won a bet.

So the final results are that I win and Carl owes me $13 for all five 40s. Even if I had lost, it would have been worth it. Is anyone else up to the five 40 challenge? Perhaps Vince with his big talk is next. Who knows?