I can do math. I got 610 on my math SAT -- which in 1985, was cool. I was legit. Nowadays, if a kid doesn't score 800 on his math SAT, his parents slow-roast him over an open flame with an apple stuck in his mouth and the words "NO IVY LEAGUE FOR YOU" written in Sharpie ink across his distended belly. Poor kid. Yo, Bucky: 610 is good by me.
So this week's Hangover is a math word problem. It goes like this: