I, personally, was hoping that instead of being full of ice water, Charlie Sheen’s bucket would be brimming with cocaine. Pounds and pounds and pounds of it. Which he would pour all over himself, dusting his entire body in cocaine, before dropping to his knees and snorting and snorting and snorting until he had a heart attack.
It did not involve that. But, being Sheen, it definitely wasn’t mainstream. Actually, it was pretty cool.