I think I'm gonna Blarg
The explicit details of what you'll be doing instead are here. Thanks be to Joe.My.God for concocting this harebrained scheme in the first place.
I'm scared. I mean, I'm excited! Yeah, excited. It's just my liver that's scared.
9 bars + 1 drink per bar + 1 Lilliputian blogger = inevitable disaster
If you don't hear from me by next Tuesday, assume that I'm on an extended date with Betty Ford. Here's hoping that bitch puts out.