The Dance Floor

It is interesting to watch the rage of the dance floor. The organized chaos swirling about. Dancers careening around the floor, yet constantly aware of each other. Sensing the others presence on the floor they move in unison crying out with rage and anger unleashing it to the sounds of a booming bass. They become one with their primal nature; at once beasts and civilized creatures. Enjoying the excesses of each. Craving the lick of sweet sin upon their flesh. Drawing their souls into the flames of passion, creativity and life. The undulating rhythm moving through them all; connecting; unifying; Beyond social standing, beyond work and beyond race. They surrender themselves to the ever moving, ever changing beat and become one. Lifted beyond their corporeal form. A creature of energy, mind and soul. Alive. Together.

I will science the hell out of that!

I totally would, or will that is. But what might warrant such a strongly worded threat you might ask?

Beer. The answer is beer. Specifically attempting to earn a Man Point by mastering a task. The task that I have decided upon is the notable "PITCHER CHUG!!!!" *Insert thunderclap and lightning flash*

Yes I will attempt to chug an entire pitcher. All of it. In as few breaths as possible. As quickly as I can. I think it can be done.

Now for the specifics.

1. I will use Pabst Blue Ribbon (PBR) for this experiment. Mainly because it is cheap, okay and smooth.
2. Lab Coats will be used to maintain an appearance of professionalism. Pocket Protectors are optional (at your own risk of course.)
3. All trials will be videotaped and posted online for proof and review to improve strategy and techniques.
4. An amusingly larger then necessary stop watch will be used to track time.
4. No puking. Gotta keep it down to win the crown.

Well I am off to have a porter before I begin my training.