I just got back from a road trip to Colorado for a friend's wedding. I drove from Minneapolis to Boulder late last week with another friend of mine from school, Andrew.

The drive out to Colorado was hot. Africa hot.

We were driving across western Nebraska / eastern Colorado around 3 in the afternoon. Andrew suggested that we turn off the air conditioning. We rolled up the windows and began sweating. We decided to crank up the heat to see who would break first and crack a window.

Unblelievable. Sweat was pouring down my face. Inferno-heat was blasting us in the face. Andrew had the advantage since he had previously experienced several months in Cuba without A/C. I finally broke down after twenty minutes or so and opened the window. The air actually felt cool outside.

We pulled over for gas about five minutes later. It was 105 degrees outside. I'm guessing it was at least 145 degrees inside the car. Maybe hotter?

Anyway, I called my wife to let her know how the trip was going and described the little competition we just had. She believes that only men engage in intentionally stupid activities like this. I don't think it qualified as "Jackass" material, but it was close.

Anyone else do this sort of thing? Drinking stories do not count.

This game is only cool if you also incorporate farting with the heater full blast.

2 roommates in college had a milk-drinking contest. One was dumb(er) and bought 2% because he couldn't stand the thin stuff, the other bought skim. By about 2/3 through the gallon, 2% puked.

2 other roommates had a Koolaid contest, some sort of Blueberry flavor, also ending in puking.

Did the same thing on a trip from Athens, GA through to Clarksville, TN in the summer WHILE downing beers the entire time. We got to about 20 mins outside NAshville and had to fucking pull over and get a hotel room we were so drunk/hot/tired/stupid.

My friend tried the Peeps marshmallow challenge, which I think is 100 peeps in 100 minutes. He puked 30 minutes in.

There's also the gallon of Bojangles Sweet Tea challenge, which is just to finish a gallon of it by yourself. From what I hear, it can't be done.

I'd like to see how many grams of sugar that is. Or maybe I wouldn't.

i've got a few too many of these.

-Buck-Buck in a crowded bar on a pool table. spinal injury ahoy!

-golf cart demolition derby.

-"chicken wing russian roulette" where you get like 50 wings and make 30 of them habanero hellishly hot. sit at a table and the first one to break from the eating lost.

-turning the nursery i used to work in into a race track. for our cars. we had cameras and everything and destroyed easily 50% of the plants we had on the grounds that day.

-espresso drinking contests, with one of those awful energy drinks as the only other liquid allowed

-"the dart game", lying on the floor, throwing darts into the ceiling. whomever flinched when one fell lost.

-the "chicken with cigarette butts" game

of course, playing Circle of Pain is the grandaddy to all intentionally stupid male activity.

in any length of time?

Oh yeah, I totally forgot about soggy biscuit, though I'm proud to say that I've never participated.

I don't know the official rules, but you can't take all day. I think its limited to one sitting or something like that. Bathroom breaks are probably allowed. Shit, I can't remember.

what is circle of pain, and did anyone put out an eye playing the darts game?

has anyone ever done that though? i mean other than in gay porno and maybe some frat house in the middle of nowhere? i feel like games like that (and there's gotta be about 60 of them) don't actually exist as much more than a threat. a good one, but a threat nonetheless.

I heard rumors of guys doing it while I was in hs, but never really knew for sure.

I beleive the flavor you're referring to is Kangablue Brew.

Oh thank you. I'm laughing my ass off right now.

COP is sitting around in the circle punching each other in the jaw. starting out with a slight knock and then progressing to full-on shots. the first one to call it off loses. oddly enough, my friends and i used to play this almost exclusively during meals. Buck-Buck was reserved for the bar.

no, the dart game resulted in a dart in the face once or maybe twice, but for the most part they were chest wounds, and alway superficial.

This is a northern thing, I swear...Cos we'll just commence to wreckin shop.

I would probably pay at least $8 to see y'all play Buck-Buck in a dam bar, though.

We used to just do shit like fire lit blunts at each other ala Randy Johnson, or see who could funnel more beers in an hour or whatever. Much less organized, more Jokey Smurf shit than anything else.

- Golf-cart polo
- Naked pushups in the middle of a main street at 3 am
- Wearing bathrobes to a football game. Twice.

Is this a regional variant of Come Toast?

boys are weird.

i still can't believe they let us do that shit, considering the liability of a fractures spine on their pool table. But American Legion 246 takes what business they get, i suppose.

the odd thing is i had to look up Buck-Buck online to see how it was spelled (google: buck buck bill cosby) and it was the first time i'd ever heard of it not being played on a pool table. and Steve MeQueen used to play it? i gotta bring this back proper.

Somebody define buck-buck and soggy biscuit please.

i don't see how it can't be

Ok, so can someone describe Buck Buck better than this guy? If you do, you can have the dubious honor of writing the Wikipedia entry.

Soggy biscuit is a circle jerk with a biscuit in the middle. Last guy to go on the biscuit is supposed to eat it.