Try this.

Ugh!

It tastes worse than the beer!

Oh yeah, it's disgusting.

I call it Loob Brew.

It also gets out permanent marker and blood stains.

I don't get it.

I've seen you drink alcohol before and this never happened to you.

I've learned to adapt over the years.

At first, around my white friends, I'd fake drunk.

Good one, Clark!

Woo!

Another round!

Then if I was with my Chinese friends, I could just let it fly because they understood.

Hey, I think it spread to my eyelid.

Hey, check this out!

I got that butt thing again!

Oh Hank!

If I pass out, I've got two dollars worth of Bob Seger in the jukebox.

If like a rock comes on, rig me up.

Can someone turn the AC up?

It is hot in here!

It's hot as hell in here.

The twins are drenched.

And then eventually, I developed a pre-game routine to fight it the best I could.

My flush pack.

Before I drink, I take these precautions and it lessens the side effects.

Pepsid, inhaler, eye drops, Tums.

You have to do all this nonsense every time you drink?

I don't write checks.

My body can't cash.

Also, there's some cash in here.