“Yo, Admiral!” Nathan said, brandishing a bottle of Sailor Jerry’s spiced-rum, and 6 shot glasses. “Wanna take a shot before we hit the town?”

“I’ve already got it taken care of,” Lenny replied, with a sly wink.

Nathan and Wayne scrutinized their friend, spending several moments in pregnant silence, waiting for him to expound.

How exactly did he have it taken care of?

There was only one way to get an answer out of silent Lenny.

“Explain yourself or we’ll unplug the PS3 ,” Wayne threatened.

“I searched online for creative ways to get drunk at high school,” Lenny said, standing up rather awkwardly, but extremely proud of himself, nevertheless. “All I can say is it involves Vodka, tampons and inserting said tampons up your … “

“Stop!” “Awesome!” Wayne and Nathan shouted simultaneously.

“Does… it… work?” They each ventured.

“Hell yeah, it works really fast and your breath doesn’t stink,” Lenny said, waddling to the bathroom like a duck. “But, I’m not gonna lie to you; it hurts like hell.”