We like to think we’re good friends, but Carlsberg put that to the test. How far would you go to help a friend in the middle of the night?
I would fail this test. It’s not because I don’t care about my friends, but I’ll be damned if I’m answering that phone call in the middle of the night. My friends are a bunch of drunken sub-humans, so 99% of the time their call is to convince me to come back out drinking. The last thing I need when I’m sleeping off a bender is an excuse to get out of bed.