There's a reason I'm two-fisting it in that picture up there - I'm not an alcoholic, I promise.
See, I decided to give PB a manly beer - I had a variety of good and not-so-good shit leftover from a party, including some awesometastic homebrews. So I handed him one of those. He decided it was absolutely horrible, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste, despite the fact that I already had a badass manbeer in hand. Now, as it turns out, about halfway through the bottle I noticed that the beer he'd had did in fact taste kind of off. Through the power of drunken recall*, I could now remember a conversation with the guy who brewed it: "Yeah, half that batch went wrong, and the other half was good. If it tastes funny, just dump it and grab another"
I finished it anyway.
Quiky, on the other hand, said "I'll drink anything" - so I gave him the worst thing I had cold. A Dos Equis, I think.
*Drunken recall is a phenomenon whereby any conversation you have while drunk can only be remembered while drunk.