Well, I meant that it doesn't work. Once-upon-a-time in the West I grabbed an entire case of MGD for a party. A friend and I drank it all. I think we may have done a kegstand or two also.
The only effect was a frequent and pressing need to visit the bathroom. I was gushing water like the Trevi Fountain. Admittedly it wasn't as bad as the time in Madison, WI, where for reasons best known to my host, we were drinking 36 fluid ounce beers. That's a bucket full of Milwaukee effluent. In the town that's basically the bits between lakes. God good, I could have quelled some significant urban unrest with just the contents of my bladder. I was looking for towering infernos to douse.
It's like that thing as a kid where you think that if you eat enough chocolate liquors you'll get pissed. Eventually, you realise it's better to slowly drain the antique bottle of Cherry Brandy that would usually shun even the booziest attention at the back of the booze cabinet.
