picture me in college. i complain to friends that alcohol doesn’t seem to do anything to me. we are all scientists so this eventually dissolves into making a Scientific Method.
i did a shot of tequila and then did the sobriety test afterwards, to see if it really effected me and i didn’t notice or if i had a monster liver. with normal amt of food and water between each shot in 15 min intervals. Along with miscellaneous Shenanigans. (This was a college party, after all)
it takes me seven shots to finally misremember the alphabet backwards and another two to no longer walk properly. We cut the test short in case i got alcohol poisoning and didn’t notice.
in conclusion: i am the fanfic character that drinks 9 shots and then goes home and drinks some more beer and doesn’t die of alcohol poisoning.
it absolutely is very close to alcohol poisoning for my height and weight, yes. i fell asleep eating fried catfish and woke up the next day perfectly fine, not even hungover.
i don't know what's wrong with me, but i have no intentions of repeating this experiment.
Rey, don't leave this in the tags.
