Comments: When Over Achieving Isn't All It's Cracked Up to Be

At least its not alcohol ... yet.

You are going to have to watch that boy.

At least he wasn't trying to pass some "Bar Exam" to become a Legal Eagle.

Posted by The Thomas at December 15, 2009 11:06 PM

Cool Hand T.

Posted by Jim - PRS at December 15, 2009 11:55 PM

Highly suggest when he gets of drinking age that you, him, The oldest all have a drinking contest. Let him see how horrible it is at home versus out with his friends. He is a control freak, show him how out of control he gets with alcohol... at home. Might help. Then again he has that male gene... just don't know about that. ;-)

Posted by vw bug at December 16, 2009 05:47 AM

Competitive spirit - the boy's got spunk.
As for college, you just never know and have no control at that point. Do your best now - pray like nobody's business then - he's a good kid, all will shake out in the end and you know he cracks you up :)

Posted by patti at December 16, 2009 10:37 AM

A frat friend's big beer pitcher said "I bet you can't."
I could.
For about 2 minutes.
Fortunately, I was outside with bushes nearby to spew into.
Haven't chugged a beer since.

Posted by George P at December 16, 2009 11:14 AM

Well ... Maybe Mr. T could help Bones out with his vomit shortage.

Posted by PeggyU at December 16, 2009 01:12 PM

Yeah... I second the "get drunk at home" lesson. Otherwise there may be charcoal slurry in the boy's future....

Posted by Graumagus at December 16, 2009 02:41 PM

Kudos to all those thinking he's gonna do this with alcohol, just because he did it with Coke in Dixie cups when he was a kid.

Posted by Toluca Nole at December 16, 2009 08:09 PM

Hey, things go better with Coke. For instance, here's my lunch.

Posted by Mockingbird at December 17, 2009 01:21 PM

I see a great future for him. Nice competitve spirit AND the strength to overcome the pain and discomofort.

If this is the worst that he's done... wow. That's pretty tame.

Posted by Contagion at December 19, 2009 09:22 AM

I'm kinda reminded of the time that we had a milk drinking contest when I was in fifth grade. I won easily, but was still a little less than a pint shy of a gallon. You could literally hear me sloshing when I moved.

I WAS proud of that fact that I didn't hurl... but I think I would have felt much better if I had.

Posted by t1g at December 19, 2009 02:08 PM