Spare Me Your Crocodile Beers.

When I was a youth, beer acquisition was always at the forefront of my mind. Who has a fake ID, whose older brother is home from college, will Dad notice a few Coors Extra Darks missing, etc. But with the exception of the usual teen-stupidity-induced boozy backwoods car ride, or alcohol-fueled altercation, I was never willing to risk life and limb for a lager. In some parts of the world, however, the value of human life takes a definite backseat to the bitter.

"Alcohol has been banned in two small Australian Aboriginal communities to stop young people from a nearby alcohol-free township from risking their lives by swimming a crocodile-infested river to get a drink."

You've got to admire their drunken spunk. And I'm no authority on the Australian Outback as I personally never got further inland than the Blue Mountains. Maybe it's miserable. Maybe a crate of Victoria Bitter is worth a wooden leg. Maybe the poor Aborigines in that town have a busted TV set that playes nothing but Neighbors, Kylie Minogue Videos and the new INXS reality show. Go nuts, guys.