I went out with some friends recently on a 'man drinking' excursion, as Dan likes to call it.  Sounds gay, but basically amounts to me and my college friends getting shit-faced and making asses of ourselves.  Occasionally a fight will ensue, but usually we only hurt our livers.  Last weekend was no exception.  We decided to play a new drinking game (to us) called 'Beer Die', and got pretty drunk in the process.  That lead to some popping and locking at 'The Walrus' near downtown Dallas.  On the way home at 3am, Dan and I convinced the cabby to make a pit stop at McDonald's.  I will say no more.  Know only that I felt like a big pile of shit the entire next day, and I don't think it was just from the Monster-vodkas...