There's a certain kind of coed who can get drunk and pass out a frat party with complete impunity.

Actually, there are two kinds: the first is the kind who really doesn't mind waking up with fifteen brands of tapioca congealed in every orifice (including ears and nostrils - you know those frat boys), and the second is the kind who couldn't end up that way if she doused herself with mackerel oil and jumped buck-naked over the wall of a maximum-security prison.

... and don't think it hasn't been tried.

All the same, there's something admirable about and individual who can stress test a security rail, a "super extra support" brassiere, and a tie dyed polyester pup-tent at the same time.

If you're expecting that "something" to be identified, it's obvious you've come to the wrong Web site.