What might be just a regular Gin Tonic can become a major brainfuck if you petitgregorize it:
Take your best drinking comrades, arm yourself with twine and sewing needles and lock all of you in a room, furnished only with big kegs of stoneless olives, bottles of Gin and Tonic water and last but not least: heaps of sugar cubes.
(Usually this ritual is performed at a bar, close to closing time with an enerved barkeep to do the tricky part for you... but this is only for the reckless.)
Sit in a circle and start use a piece of twine, a needle, an olive and ONE sugarcube to prepare your Petit Gregory.
It should look somewhat like the photo I wanted to add here, but my fuckin fuck camera fucking doesn't do anything without fucking batteries. As a consolation I added a photo of a little cinema in Paris where I watched Mad Max once.
Back to topic. You tie your olive to the sugarcube and get ready for the exciting part: You all throw your little bastards into the teethgrinder Gin-tonic you mixed before, at the same time.
The rest is easy explained, you wait, and the poor schlock whose Gregory surfaces first, looses, has to gulp down his drink and may be insulted. That's it.
Doesn't sound too exciting, huh? It isn't the first round...
Get to round 7 and the sugar-pushed Gin will do his duty and the preparing part will get pretty funny.
Just watch C'est arrivé près de chez vous (Mann beißt Hund/Man bites dog) to get an idea of the total awesomeness of this drink, and some interesting historical background, as it has to do with drowning children and such. Always twice the weight, Rémy...
EDIT: Found those batteries:
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