Douche Bag Intentionally Eats Friend's Punch

This, my friends, is what happens when you mix alcohol with copious amounts of male idiocy. The female visitors to Douchey McDoucheavitch probably wouldn't understand, because for you getting blindingly drunk means sipping apple martinis 'til the wee hours of the mid-afternoon and curling up on that adorable wicker futon from Pier 1 Imports, but when us guys take to the sauce there's no telling what kind of shenanigans we can get into.

Granted, most of us don't usually allow our "friends" to use our head as a speed bag, but whatever gets the party jumpin' I guess.

By the way, pay close attention to everyone's reaction when Glass Joe first hits the canvass. That, along with the decision to willingly take the punch in the first place, is what earns each and every one of these drooling idiots a place in Douchey McDoucheavitch's faintly beating heart.