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Old 09-11-2002, 01:13 PM  
PornoDoggy
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The worst one was the first one. I was sick for three days ... of course, at the ripe old age of 14 I decided I was a drinker (since I had snuck a beer a couple of times). So, me and two buddies decide to split a quart of "1843" 100-proof bourbon. I only drank about half the quart myself. That was the ONLY night that summer that my old lady decided I couldn't spend the night at my buddies house when I was running late. So, I made it home (I think I walked about 6 blocks worth to get home), made it past the old man and old lady to crash. I was doing fine after I laid down - then I closed my eyes. Bad move. The bed started turning 360s at about 200 mph ... and the next thing I know, all that bourbon (and a spaghetti dinner) are arching toward the ceiling.

So of course, the old man wakes me up at 5 the next morning, and forces me to drink a tumbler full of green Creme de Menthe ("this will help your hangover").

I never drank creme de menthe again.
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