Reminds me - of when I was 17 - and met and married a rather well built American lady - in London England (with parental concent) - then got the USA immigration ta give me a green card - so that I could follow my new bride to Boise Idaho - and live life happily ever after - but these friends I made there in Pocatello - were more than a bit naughty - and got the relatively young and innocent Mr Nirvana to go to 'Keggers' - week after week - up in the hills - where copious amounts of piss-poor beer was drunk - with the intention of getting drunk - but you had to drink so much of it - you literally had to become a 'Piss Factory' - to catch any sorta placebo buzz from the knatts-piss-beer -Hey. I'm the guy that plays the Doctor's Daddy around here. Dr. Scooter says you can drink all the beer you want... provided it has already gone through the horse.
Other things were real ineibriates - that were well shared at those 'Keggers' - such as Orange Sunshine LSD - and Vietnamese Gold 'erb - but anything with Pabst - Miller - or Coors written on the bottle - was a dead loss - and total waste of money -