Its funny... I consider myself something of an accomplished consumer of adult beverages. Typically, I'll be the last man standing. Call it body mass, call it practice from a misspent youth, call it german heritage, whatever. I've had 2 boots today. Like 4 liters of beer since my start time. I'm not hammered... I'm full. I feel like I just won the Cornival's Corn eating contest. No more boots for me. Its going on display, and I'm regressing to cans.