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1/17/2009 11:03 pm |
Story #1: 1968 I was a public health worker in Kohan Korea -- I just started taking isoniazid to prevent my TB infection from advancing to disease, and was drinking soju -- kind of like saki but much lower rent. Went to the local movie house and watched a spaghetti western with subtitles. Isoniazid + soju = LSD or mighty like it. Everything dissolved into paisley. Still have flashbacks. Story#2: 1968 in WhaAmNi at the end of the jeep track where I first lived. One of my more cross-culturally astute colleagues had a rule. Drink whatever offered. I decided to follow the dictum and spent a day wandering around the village drinking everything offered just to see how drunk I could get. I vaguely remember ending up in a room full of college kids home on vacation watching to see what the drunk American would do next and handing me bowls of makkoli, a crude rice wine. The sound track to Stage Coach was playing in the background. Everything went dimmer and dimmer and I faintly remember being led staggering back to my room at the boarding house by the innkeeper's son, and sleeping with my head off the side of the porch so I could be sick all night. I never saw those college kids before of since because they were of a superior social stratum and had only been interested in me as a specimen. Do you know how much I cared? Not much. Story#3 We landed in Seoul Christmas day 1967 and were temporarily put up in some kind of Korean barracks. Two of us went to a winehouse and started drinking hot saki. Hey this is pretty good we said and kept drinking. There was a city-wide curfew at midnight so we ended up dodging police checkpoints to get back and found ourselves locked out. So we climbed over a transom. We perceived we were drunk but not how drunk. The next day we got up feeling a little fuzzy toungued dehydrated and headachey, surprisingly though, not too bad. But when we drank some water all that saki reconstituted and we were drunk all over again.
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Oh!that's one scary accident too..Yeh..perhaps Paul and I have guardian angels  ..I have other accidents too because of drunk driving  So one time I just parked my car in a gasoline station when I can no longer control sleepiness due to being tipsy Luckily Im still alive today and dont drive anymore when I had alcohol intake.. I really get the interesting people as friends. My law partner, Gin (winniewonka) not only could drink men under the table during her college days, she was known as one mean hustler at billiards, too. She had this really cute trick where she'd perch on the side of the billiard table, very dainty and ladylike, and, with the cue stick behind her, pot those balls in really good. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Story #1: 1968 I was a public health worker in Kohan Korea -- I just started taking isoniazid to prevent my TB infection from advancing to disease, and was drinking soju -- kind of like saki but much lower rent. Went to the local movie house and watched a spaghetti western with subtitles. Isoniazid + soju = LSD or mighty like it. Everything dissolved into paisley. Still have flashbacks. Story#2: 1968 in WhaAmNi at the end of the jeep track where I first lived. One of my more cross-culturally astute colleagues had a rule. Drink whatever offered. I decided to follow the dictum and spent a day wandering around the village drinking everything offered just to see how drunk I could get. I vaguely remember ending up in a room full of college kids home on vacation watching to see what the drunk American would do next and handing me bowls of makkoli, a crude rice wine. The sound track to Stage Coach was playing in the background. Everything went dimmer and dimmer and I faintly remember being led staggering back to my room at the boarding house by the innkeeper's son, and sleeping with my head off the side of the porch so I could be sick all night. I never saw those college kids before of since because they were of a superior social stratum and had only been interested in me as a specimen. Do you know how much I cared? Not much. Story#3 We landed in Seoul Christmas day 1967 and were temporarily put up in some kind of Korean barracks. Two of us went to a winehouse and started drinking hot saki. Hey this is pretty good we said and kept drinking. There was a city-wide curfew at midnight so we ended up dodging police checkpoints to get back and found ourselves locked out. So we climbed over a transom. We perceived we were drunk but not how drunk. The next day we got up feeling a little fuzzy toungued dehydrated and headachey, surprisingly though, not too bad. But when we drank some water all that saki reconstituted and we were drunk all over again. So, percentage wise, how often were you sober in Korea? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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i experienced being drunk when i was in college...i was invited by my classmates in a party, its my first time to taste a wine..ayun suka here suka there waaaaaa so kahiya..so i promised not to .. anymore !!! i told sherr pinya will be very busy na this feb..db nga   farahdise 
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1/18/2009 6:37 pm |
Whoa. So, percentage wise, how often were you sober in Korea?
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i experienced being drunk when i was in college...i was invited by my classmates in a party, its my first time to taste a wine..ayun suka here suka there waaaaaa so kahiya..so i promised not to .. anymore !!! i told sherr pinya will be very busy na this feb..db nga Freaked everyone out. Nobody ever gave me alcohol after that again. (The Pinya Halinghing, ahay!  )I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Can't have been high. Men drank from noon till unconsciousness almost everyday. There must have been alcoholics all around but one could not tell because they were never challenged by short supply. When I was leaving to come back home to the states, I cut off drinking about two weeks before and suffered noticeable withdrawal. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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*emailing scifichick to get Incorr's addy asap* Ya think I'm gonna let THIS one go? (VVVVVWEG) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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OMG, a quarter!! That's just too funny! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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This tale will give you an idea how old I am..and how long ago this was... One night at the drive in..(they closed the drive in after I graduated) a couple of my friends had a pitcher of long island teas..after we demolished that, we went out to eat at the Country Kitchen. I happened to play softball, and they were my sponsors. I was a bit inebriated, and I took the Trophy that we had won that year for State Championship in softball..and started to sing "We are the Champions" by Queen...needless to say..we were the only ones who thought we were funny. The waitress was pissed...when I wrote her out a check for a million dollars and told her to keep the change...We were ceremoniously kicked out, after we started to sing the F'ing French Fry song that I had made up... My friends always liked to get me looped because I got very silly...and it didn't take much...to egg me on.. Thats one of my story's and I will tell everyone you are a liar if you repeat it..lol... Love ya munch Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
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This tale will give you an idea how old I am..and how long ago this was... One night at the drive in..(they closed the drive in after I graduated) a couple of my friends had a pitcher of long island teas..after we demolished that, we went out to eat at the Country Kitchen. I happened to play softball, and they were my sponsors. I was a bit inebriated, and I took the Trophy that we had won that year for State Championship in softball..and started to sing "We are the Champions" by Queen...needless to say..we were the only ones who thought we were funny. The waitress was pissed...when I wrote her out a check for a million dollars and told her to keep the change...We were ceremoniously kicked out, after we started to sing the F'ing French Fry song that I had made up... My friends always liked to get me looped because I got very silly...and it didn't take much...to egg me on.. Thats one of my story's and I will tell everyone you are a liar if you repeat it..lol... Love ya munch Too bad it's in Tagalog, though.And I so wanna hear you sing We Are The Champions. I don't get drunk but it doesn't take much to egg me on either! Love ya, Wee. Miss you loads. Will send you a coupla funnies soon.  I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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You peed in your panties?? Oh lord, I better stop cracking up here, or I might end up peeing in mine, LMAO!!!! Great stories, Boom, LOL! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/21/2009 1:39 pm |
I know what to bring you if we do meet then---adult diapers. ok that's a deal.. It is the truth in man that sets him free.. 
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ok that's a deal..I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Happy New year
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Happy New year I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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How absolute is your pleasure, though? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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