01-06-2005, 05:15 PM
Bah, I know dozens of Southerners raised on a fiery tit of moonshine that probably live day to day with higher BACs. Course, they aint none to bright. Once ate a big bowl of goblin's gruel. The pasty stuff at the bottom of a still. And this was after a day of heavy drinking. Human beings are amazing creatures when it comes to alchohol and what we can resist.
And of course, loyal RBDers should remember my lovely drunken xmas post a few years back, after I drank several quarts of 'shine. That's right. Quarts. People always talking about these amazing BACs... They should come down to the deepest darkest parts of the South, especially around certain holidays, and they would find numbers that would boggle their minds and defy explaination. I know folks, down here we call them fishermen, that can drink about 4 beers an hour for a good 12 hours straight. And many of them drive home while pulling their boats. (Which is bad. Nobody should do this)
And of course, loyal RBDers should remember my lovely drunken xmas post a few years back, after I drank several quarts of 'shine. That's right. Quarts. People always talking about these amazing BACs... They should come down to the deepest darkest parts of the South, especially around certain holidays, and they would find numbers that would boggle their minds and defy explaination. I know folks, down here we call them fishermen, that can drink about 4 beers an hour for a good 12 hours straight. And many of them drive home while pulling their boats. (Which is bad. Nobody should do this)
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."