Was the proof in the tight pants and footwear?

I mean, could you have guessed that after having the good idea to hold a beer bong contest where round one (one beer) was swiftly followed by round two (two beers) and then round three (three beers) after which contestant number one immediately puked all six beers and the contents of his stomach and maybe a little chunk of his small intestine that floated up in the effervescence from the cans of Modelo injected into his system through a funnel and a hose? I wasn't watching the spectacle (as you can see from my picture, there wasn't a whole lot of visibility anyway) until the last round when I watched the poor man who was about to experience the wrath of a body forced to drink nine cups of liquid in what boils down to just a few minutes in front of a large crowd of spectators. His eyes bulged like Large Marge, I kid you not. Actually, puking was probably the better option. If his eyeballs had popped out of his face and beer gushed out of his eye sockets, could I say that I would have been surprised? Hardly.

Yay Labor Day Weekend.