1:3 are NOT good odds
There are an incredible amount of March birthdays, more specifically 21st Birthdays this year. So during one of these parties this weekend, a friend of mine promised to take three shots for every shot that I took. Basically, we were both wasted by the end of the night, except he could still run half a mile down the corner while I couldn't even walk straight. I guess it's the "drunk but still athletic big black" gene.