Posted on 03/04/2017 11:25:25 AM PST by EveningStar
It was the bet to end all bets, and ultimately a man's life.
A 23-year-old man died from alcohol poisoning after chugging an entire bottle of tequila in a Dominican nightclub.
Kelvin Rafael Mejía decided to down the lot as part of a friendly wager between friends.
The insane bet was all caught on camera and then posted online.
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This is pure, self-inflicted, "death wish" stupidity.
Candidate for 2017 Darwin Awards.
Not even close. Stuff like this isn’t funny it’s stupid and horrific
He had already procreated. He didn’t remove his genes. He already reproduced. The only way he could win a Darwin is to have taken his offspring with him.
He had already procreated. He didn’t remove his genes. He already reproduced. The only way he could win a Darwin is to have taken his offspring with him.
Expensive top shelf will kill you too
play stupid games, win stupid prizes
What do you mean by big. People have died from alcohol poisoning chugging a pint
It isn’t funny and jokes are inappropriate.
Was sorta compelled to watch again. That's no cheap Tequila...looks like Herradura, or possibly Antigua Cruz, or even Patron or Don Julio.
At least he died with both feet still attached
The second. Most people don’t engage in that kind of behaviour
Looks like the ever-popular (for tequila) 750ml (25oz). It's a death sentence without ipecac and a slurry and immediate supportive therapy.
From that song: “Tequila made his clothes fall off!”
Rumor has it, that was ice tea. Which Belushi did not like...
A certain amount of it passed my lips. I can tell you, it tastes warm, and sweet. Very, very "smooth," to use the language of drinkers.
I confided in a trusted graduate student a certain plan I had for the further exploration of the potential of this chemical resource.
The wise graduate student advised me not to follow through with my plan. He explained that doing so could very easily cost me my life.
I was surprised. I asked him "why, the stuff is perfectly pure, there's no adulterant in it, how could it kill me?"
The experienced and patient graduate student explained. It wasn't that the 99.995% pure alcohol was any more potent than the alcohol in Jim Beam or Johnny Walker Red.
The problem is that such pure alcohol is so "concentrated" that you can easily drink enough to kill you before your body can react to what you drank, before any natural reflex can kick in and cause you to throw up, or otherwise save yourself. You can consume a fatal dose in just a few swallows, and at that point you're a walking dead man. Nothing can save you.
I took his advice, and that was the end of it.
I drank a total of perhaps one tablespoon full of the stuff (15 mL), and became quite noticeably buzzed.
Well, we’re not going to put YOU on the Darwin Award Committee.
The Darwin Awards are a tongue-in-cheek honor, originating in Usenet newsgroup discussions around 1985. They recognize individuals who have supposedly contributed to human evolution by selecting themselves out of the gene pool via death or sterilization by their own actions.
The project became more formalized with the creation of a website in 1993, and followed up by a series of books starting in 2000, authored by Wendy Northcutt. The criterion for the awards states, “In the spirit of Charles Darwin, the Darwin Awards commemorate individuals who protect our gene pool by making the ultimate sacrifice of their own lives. Darwin Award winners eliminate themselves in an extraordinarily idiotic manner, thereby improving our species’ chances of long-term survival.”
Accidental self-sterilization also qualifies; however, the site notes: “Of necessity, the award is usually bestowed posthumously.” The candidate is disqualified, though, if “innocent bystanders”, who might have contributed positively to the gene pool, are killed in the process.
Rules
Northcutt has stated five requirements for a Darwin Award:
Inability to reproduce
Nominee must be dead or rendered sterile.
Sometimes this can be a matter of dispute. Potential awardees may be out of the gene pool because of age; others have already reproduced before their deaths. To avoid debates about the possibility of in-vitro fertilization, artificial insemination, or cloning, the original Darwin Awards book applied the following “deserted island” test to potential winners: If the person were unable to reproduce when stranded on a deserted island with a fertile member of the opposite sex, he or she would be considered sterile. Winners of the award, in general, either are dead or have become unable to use their sexual organs.
Excellence
Astoundingly stupid judgment
The candidate’s foolishness must be unique and sensational, likely because the award is intended to be funny. A number of foolish but common activities, such as smoking in bed, are excluded from consideration. In contrast, self-immolation caused by smoking after being administered a flammable ointment in a hospital and specifically told not to smoke is grounds for nomination. One ‘Honorable Mention’ (a man who attempted suicide by swallowing nitroglycerine pills, and then tried to detonate them by running into a wall) is noted to be in this category, despite being intentional and self-inflicted, which would normally disqualify the inductee.
Self-selection
Cause of one’s own demise
Killing a friend with a hand grenade would not be eligible, but killing oneself while manufacturing a homemade chimney-cleaning device from a grenade would be eligible. To earn a Darwin Award, one must have killed oneself, or rendered oneself sterile; merely causing death to a third party is insufficient.
Maturity
Capable of sound judgment
The nominee must be at least past the legal driving age and free of mental defect (Northcutt considers injury or death caused by mental defect to be tragic, rather than amusing, and routinely disqualifies such entries). After much discussion, a small category regarding deaths below this age limit also exists. Entry into this category requires that the peers of the candidate be of the opinion that the actions of the person in question were above and beyond the limits of reason.
However, in 2011, the awards targeted a 16-year-old boy in Leeds who died stealing copper wiring (the standard minimum driving age in Great Britain being 17). In 2012, Northcutt made similar light of a 14-year-old girl in Brazil who was killed while leaning out of a school bus window, however “disqualified” the award itself because the likely public objection due to her age, which she asserts is based on “magical thinking”.
Veracity
The event must be verified.
The story must be documented by reliable sources: e.g., reputable newspaper articles, confirmed television reports, or responsible eyewitnesses. If a story is found to be untrue, it is disqualified, but particularly amusing ones are placed in the urban legend section of the archives. Despite this requirement, many of the stories are fictional, often appearing as “original submissions” and presenting no further sources than unverified (and unreliable) “eyewitnesses”. Most such stories on Northcutt’s Darwin Awards site are filed in the Personal Accounts section.
In addition, later revisions to the qualification criteria add several requirements that have not been made into formalized ‘rules’: innocent bystanders cannot be in danger, and the qualifying event ‘must’ be caused without deliberate intent (to prevent glory-seekers from purposely injuring themselves solely to win a Darwin).
Did the monetary loser of the bet retrieve his money?
Top shelf tequila will probably kill you more easily, it’s filtered and very mild compared to more plebeian, rough tasting brands. I went to dinner with friends several weeks ago to a new place, they had Roca Patrón Silver on the rocks as a drink special, six bucks, so we said what the heck and ordered a round, then another before dinner. Very nice, not head-spinning or really even strong tasting. Very mild, a little citrus, a little peppery, pleasant to drink straight over rocks and I never thought I’d ever say that about tequila.
“tequila = el diablo
I learned that very early in life.”
Got that right...went to a tequila party in my freshman year, drank so much that I spent the following week in bed.
Haven’t touched the stuff in 35 years.
I lose that bet.
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