The Story of the Century Club!

    It was a Friday night just like any other night – we were all planning to get drunk. We’re pretty successful when it comes to that. The Dark Knight, T-Rock, New York, The Mexican, and me – the Chuggin Rhino were present. It was my second attempt ever at a power hour, and once again I failed. It was a tragedy in my eyes, as I was constantly tormented by everyone, especially the Dark Knight. So I called my friend to help me redeem myself – The Rowguy. He advised me to complete the most sought after achievement known to man… the CENTURY. So I was somewhat inebriated, and was talking shit all night about it. In fact, everyone had such little faith in me that they all placed bets against me.
     The next morning I awoke with a headache and shit in my pants (not literally). I had realized that I talked too much shit and couldn’t handle it – in fact, I nearly backed out. But New York came and assured me that it was my duty. I had talked so much shit that I had to do it. I saw that he was right, and strapped on a pair of nuts (metaphorically speaking), and prepared for my doom.
     I invited everyone over, made some more bets, and sat at the futon. At 8pm, it had begun. Two friends from jersey, two senior friends, and most of my close friends at NU were present for the greatest undertaking known to man. It was a rough journey. I had a small garbage can between my legs the whole time for when I had to throw up. I ended up yacking twice, but I stayed the course. There were some times where everyone, including me, thought I would fall too far behind (especially when I had to piss) and lose. But I caught up, and finished it all. Miller High Life and Bud Light, 12.5 cans consumed.
     And to top it all off, it was on the eve of my 21st birthday. It was a great night – all my friends gathered at 212 hemenway, got some brownies from the chicks at 118 hemenway (they RULE), and more. The Chuggin Rhino’s birthday could not have been a better night. I drank so much beer that, when I got to Our House East, I couldn’t even look at the Budweiser Japanese Jimi had bought for me. But in the end, I won about $60 and 24 Budweiser bottles (beer courtesy of the Black Knight), my respect back (.5% of his respect was gained back), and all without a hangover. Good times with good people.