Chugging 72 ounces in one sitting? Please don’t. That’s a dangerous game of “Can I Outrun My Kidneys?” unless you’re a camel in a hostage situation. Your stomach would stage a protest, and you’d slosh like a water balloon at a kid’s birthday party.
Smart people spread it out. Over a day, that’s about nine small cups from morning till night. But let’s be honest: who has time for nine refills when you’re busy binge-watching true crime? You’ll end up drinking it all at 10 PM, then wondering why you wake up three times to visit the porcelain throne.
Pro tip: if you must do this, make sure you’re not wearing white pants. Trust me, nothing says “I’m hydrated” like a panicked dash to the bathroom during a Zoom call.
