What the story does for me is reconfirm one of the two reasons I don't drink (other than the taste). I don't want to be around people who get that drunk, and there's always a couple of them at every party I throw, leaving me with the dilemma of not wanting them to drive versus wanting them to get the hell out of my house.

Furthermore, the fact that he drove with a .09 level is not funny to me in the least, and I'm quite sure he intended it to be.