Every week or so I have a few buddies over to play what we have creatively titled the "Super Mario Bros 3 Drinking Game". In this game of strategy and skill, we alternate turns every level or death and have to take a shot of rum after each death. I usually end up passed out by 1AM somewhere around the angry sun level or venturing out to buy some beef jerky if I somehow make it to world 3. I also may or may not get naked and/or put on some early 90s punk records that nobody in the room likes except me. Sometimes I even cry. Other times I mourn the loss of ex-girlfriends. There have even been a few occasions where I have called said exes and mumbled incoherently at them for a few minutes until they hung up on me. That about sums up what it's like to game with Lulzwagon.