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Ron Caliburn wrote:What the heck do they put in the water over there?
Well who knows?
The only time you hear Sasha complain about Petersburg is the water.
He brushes with bottled spring water from Italy. You almost have to.
I was drunk. Really drunk. I woke up, still drunk. Still really drunk. I had to piss. I stumbled down the hallway, pressed the button, waited for the door to open, and let loose.
The unfortunate recipients of the golden showers were, well, people you don't want to piss off, and certainly not piss on.
That was way more delicate than the Bonnie Situation.
For one, it apparently interferes with the libido. >.> So that alone is good enough to keep me off the sauce.
For two, I've got a rampant family history of alcoholism. I've seen enough of what those looneys do when they're drunk to know I don't wanna be at all like that. (It's insane what at least one of my relatives will do for a drink...)
So between those two rather heavily influential details, I don't drink. :Þ
I am not A bitch...I am THE bitch. And to you, I'm MS Bitch.
KT, it's cool. Not everyone HAS to drink for fun.
Ron, sorry but I'm glad you're all right now. But you've got better stuff to do than drink now anyway, right?
You traded in your wings For everything freedom brings You never left me You never let me See what this feeling means
Everything that you feel Is everything that I feel So when we dream We shout....