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OK, I'm a teetotaler who's allergic to alcohol, so I've always been the designated driver at every party. Not that I mind it, since it got me front seat to all the shenanigans friends and total strangers did whenever they got soused. Among my favorites would have to be these: Drunk Tale Number One Freshman law party, where a good friend of mine has been having one tequila too many, and is talking to a guy she found cute, even though he had thinning hair. Friend: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, thish tequila'sh gooooooooood. Guy: Yeah, want some more? Friend: Nooooooooooooooo, and you know, I really think you're cute. Guy: (preening) Really?? Tell me more. Friend: You'd be cuter if you had more hair, haahaahaahaahaaaaaaaaa. The next day, now Sober Friend and Thinning Hair Guy avoid each other in the school premises as much as they can. Drunk Tale Number Two Same Freshman law school party, and this guy, another freshman from the other section, approaches me and a group of friends with a rum and coke. I declined and told him I don't drink. He proceeds to hit on me. Drunk Guy: You rrreaaally look shexy in that shkirt. Me: Um, thanks. Drunk Guy: I'd rrrreally looove to take you to bed. Me and friends: (Dead silence) Drunk Guy: Shhheeeeet, I'm drunk and telling you what'sh in my head, aren't I? Me and friends: (nod nod nod) The next day, now Sober Guy and I avoid each other in the school premises as much as we can. Drunk Tale Number Three Two guy friends are hauling a good girl friend of mine (knocked out by too much vodka) up to the condo of another girl friend of mine (already soused) while I tried to make sure she didn't fall down in a heap. Guy Friend No. 1: (Through gritted teeth) Can you please hurry up with the key to your condo, Aileen??? This friend of yours isn't exactly light you know. Guy Friend No. 2: My back's about to pop, f*** it. She freakin' weighs a ton, I'm not kidding. Aileen, the Soused Girl: (Rummaging through her purse for her keys) Aha!!! Me: Is it the key? Let me have it. Aileen: No, no--thish, is my COMPACT!!! (Holds up the compact) Me: Aileen, let me have the purse. Aileen: No, no!!!! Look, look!!! Thish is my LIPSHTICK!! (Guy friends groaning as knocked out girlfriend starts sliding down from their grasp) Me: Aileeeeeeen!!! Give me THAT purse!!! (I make a grab for it but she clings and starts rifling through it again) Aileen: THISH!!! THISH!!! Guys: The key?? Aileen: Noooo, thish is my ROSHARY!!! Let'sh pray! (I finally wrestle the purse out of Aileen's grasp and rummage for the keys, but it took another ten minutes to finally find it amongst all the keys in her key ring) Drunk Tale Number Four At Euphoria, a well-known club back in the 90s--where I'm with my friends, J, her sister L, and about 4 other guys. J has been knocking back Long Island Iced Teas while we were still in Mars, another club. J: Uh oh, there are stairs going down. Me: I'll help you down, just grab the rail. J: Don't need your help, girl!!! I can do this!!! (Then she sits down on a step, and starts shimmying down on her butt a step at a time while giggling, until she gets to the bottom) J: (standing up) Ta-daaaaaaa!!! See?? Me: Damn, I REALLY wish I'd brought a camera. Ah, the good ole days. How about you guys? Let's hear a drunk tale or two, and maybe have a beer while you're at it.  I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion. |
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1/15/2009 1:19 am |
Can I tell the one about when Natalie lifted her boo...  On second thought, she is mean and would kill me  Hugs Ana and I miss you tremendously! Luvs ya and psssst, don't think I have forgot about my stool. I want that sample back ya know     Expect The Unexpected
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1/15/2009 2:23 am |
Those good old days MMMMMMM I remember falling down the stairs on my 21st at the night club I worked in then and it didn't hurt at all A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
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1/15/2009 4:40 am |
This reminds me of the dialogue between two drunkards I once heard from a crosstalk story. It goes as follows: Drunkard A: You are obviously incapable of drinking. Two more cups of liquor and you will get drunk. I’m good at liquors. One more bottle won’t lead to a flush of my face. Drunkard B: Who would believe that you haven’t got drunk so far? You…you are already speaking with a thick tongue. Drunkard A: Nonesense. I am still quite level-headed. Let me prove that to you. (He produced a flashlight out of his pocket, laid it on the table and switched it on, which sent out a slanting beam of light upward into the dark ceiling. ) Well, do you dare to climb up this pillar, if you are also clear enough now? Drunkard B: Sure I dare. But don’t try to fool me like that. I know what tricks are on your mind. You intend to make me climb that pillar. Then when I was on my way to the top of it, you would suddenly switch off the light and make me fall over from it. Hey, I am not an idiot! 
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1/15/2009 4:48 am |
 will read more later now just saying hello  
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1/15/2009 8:02 am |
Life is full of choices as long as it is respected in moderation.
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1/15/2009 8:56 am |
One night I had a few too many... like 8 too many probably, but who is counting? Anyway, it was Goldshlaugger (a cinnamon liquor) and I thought it tasted soooo good. Remember the part in the Princess Bride where Inigo is half-schlepping Westly to the castle gate? Apparently that is how my best friend J looked while toting my 'mostly dead' body back to the dorm room. Two days later I walked into the mall and all the Christmas decorations were lovely, sure, but the scented wreaths decorated with pine and cinnamon sticks created an oh-so-familiar smell that had me puking in the potted palm right in the middle of the mall. To this day I can't chew cinnamon gum or smell spiced pies. But man. It was worth it. Cheers! 
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1/15/2009 9:02 am |
LOL i have to think about it. it was longgg ago.. but i could see and hear your tales like i was there with ya.. oh you're too funny   
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 1/15/2009 10:10 am |
I think you've already heard the best of my drunk tales. DDM
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 1/15/2009 1:16 pm |
good drunk stories? mine always end up in headaches, I think I may have an allergy too
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1/15/2009 5:36 pm |
Can I tell the one about when Natalie lifted her boo... On second thought, she is mean and would kill me Hugs Ana and I miss you tremendously! Luvs ya and psssst, don't think I have forgot about my stool. I want that sample back ya know Stool now has an altar of its own and is given rightful obeisance and genuflection every day. It's begun to acquire a degree of self importance. I don't think it'll ever want to go back to you now. Luvs ya and misses ya SOOOOO much!!! (And how is meanie Nat? Heehee---oh gawd, she'll smother me with her F cups, but hey, what a way to go, right?) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:38 pm |
Those good old days MMMMMMM I remember falling down the stairs on my 21st at the night club I worked in then and it didn't hurt at allWow, how much did you get to drink to get THAT numb?? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:40 pm |
This reminds me of the dialogue between two drunkards I once heard from a crosstalk story. It goes as follows: Drunkard A: You are obviously incapable of drinking. Two more cups of liquor and you will get drunk. I’m good at liquors. One more bottle won’t lead to a flush of my face. Drunkard B: Who would believe that you haven’t got drunk so far? You…you are already speaking with a thick tongue. Drunkard A: Nonesense. I am still quite level-headed. Let me prove that to you. (He produced a flashlight out of his pocket, laid it on the table and switched it on, which sent out a slanting beam of light upward into the dark ceiling. ) Well, do you dare to climb up this pillar, if you are also clear enough now? Drunkard B: Sure I dare. But don’t try to fool me like that. I know what tricks are on your mind. You intend to make me climb that pillar. Then when I was on my way to the top of it, you would suddenly switch off the light and make me fall over from it. Hey, I am not an idiot!  I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:40 pm |
will read more later now just saying hello Hugs tight, will hie off to your blog later! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:42 pm |
Life is full of choices as long as it is respected in moderation. Thanks for dropping by and reading me.  I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:46 pm |
One night I had a few too many... like 8 too many probably, but who is counting? Anyway, it was Goldshlaugger (a cinnamon liquor) and I thought it tasted soooo good. Remember the part in the Princess Bride where Inigo is half-schlepping Westly to the castle gate? Apparently that is how my best friend J looked while toting my 'mostly dead' body back to the dorm room. Two days later I walked into the mall and all the Christmas decorations were lovely, sure, but the scented wreaths decorated with pine and cinnamon sticks created an oh-so-familiar smell that had me puking in the potted palm right in the middle of the mall. To this day I can't chew cinnamon gum or smell spiced pies. But man. It was worth it. Now I keep thinking of you with feet dragging in that mostly dead pose. *still snickering* I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:47 pm |
LOL i have to think about it. it was longgg ago.. but i could see and hear your tales like i was there with ya.. oh you're too funny Come on, fess up! I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:48 pm |
I think you've already heard the best of my drunk tales. DDM Wait, were you buzzed when you had that shiny purple shirt on? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/15/2009 5:54 pm |
good drunk stories? mine always end up in headaches, I think I may have an allergy too I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/16/2009 12:52 am |
I had one too many of the tequila and went home really drunk. I was speeding at about 2am along Fort Bonifacio and it was too dark, fronting Heritage Park. Since I know the road by heart as it is my usual way in going work daily to and fro, I would missed the humps and potholes even my eyes closed, so to speak. I didnt know that a water company dumped a mountain of gravel along the road to cement the holes they did the previous days. I did a stunt like Evel Knievel when the car I was driving plunged on top of that huge pile of gravel,the car high up on the air and I landed on the other side of the road after I was shakened like a rag doll inside the car. bumping my whole body to all its corners and bleeding in my broken lips that banged into the steering wheel.My car was in a total wrecked and a patrol car stopped and shocked to see me still alive,cursing the gravel. I was on a sick leave for three months since I can barely walk after that accident. I stopped drinking tequila .few bottles of beer is enough.lol!  
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1/16/2009 3:01 am |
Ahh the good old memo's..I have a lots of them days..Let me see where to start..hehehe One night I am invited to this student party..It was right in the begging when I got to know my ex friend who is getting' married in June .The night is beautiful,it's full moon and the party is out doors,the foods is plenty...Some of the boys are doin all this mix drinks and I try them..Well not long I found my self out on a bench,my heard spinning like crazy, vomited every thing out.Some one went to find my ex bf and I looked up at him with doggy eyes and said please take me home I don't feel well..heheh..On the way home we had to walk through this small forest and I stopped a few time to empty my stomach..Then I'm thinking,hallucinations take over, OMG he is going to rape then kill me and no one will know...I started to cry and the poor guys hold me in his arms,give me a passionate kiss and told me I love you jen,you look so sweet when you are drunk  ...LOLAnother time I went out with friends for a weekend trip in Bremen,Germany..A friend of ours was having birthday..We arrived in the morn deported our bags at the apartment and went out to shop for the party that eve..In the old market square was a fest going on..Lovely day it was but cold so I did not refused when I had a traditional drink called ""gluwine"made with red wine,hot with fruits..Well two of those had me feeling warm the third I was happy the fourth I wanted to hug the world..A friend of my friend suggested to show me the lil town while the rest go home to prepare for later..We are walking among the small cobbler stones town when I saw a group of punks boys walking ahead carrin' a box of beers...I walk up to them grab one out of fun and said thank you with this big smile on my face.I noticed the guy I was with went white in the face..The group of boys looked at me, all with sort of opened mouth..I am thinkin'..oh oh they have never seen a blacky before..hehehe..I gave back the beer,taped one of the guys on the shoulder,wished them a nice day and waved a goodbye and the guy I am with pulled me as quickly as he could into a Nealson Pub...Pantin' like we have been on a marathon..He said,' did you know what you just did,these guys are skin head ,they hate black people..They could have beaten you and me up..Don't you ever do that again. ..That was my first encounter with skin heads..Another time back in the carribic I got invited for a sailing trip for the day..I had very lil breakfast that morn and so when we were half way out sailing a did not refused the beers that was bein' passed around..It did not take long..The head spin,tummy felt bad and down into the cabin I was to the loo...Well I vomited everything I eat the day before,that morn and just a bout my stomach intestines...The embracing thing about it all is,I like the blue-eyes,long blond hair guy and he had to witness all that..As for the toilet,it was blocked and stunk so bad of vomit..yurk!!!  Another time we are up in the mountains..A weekend trip of fun and ski...That eve we all sat at the round table in the kitchen eating fondue..A meal of melted cheese in a pot and stuck bread..Wine is flowing like crazy..After dinner we play games until some one suggested a fart competitions..Well we are all tipsy and the game is like a merrygoround the person next to you should fart and the next and the next..The game is going well and the farts are coming out...hehehe The wine is flowing..We are all drunk at the table laughin' away at each others fart when it comes to my third or fifth round it took a while for this fart to come out...pops pops ahh..and then I wet the cushion..The wee wee came out  ..We all burst out in fits of laughter,the game was over I won..I was the fart Queen...heheheBoy oh deary,you sure got me thinkin' back in those days..I would love to share more but I most be off.. Goin' walking with friends for the day,maybe a boat trip on the lake.. Have fun and stay off the booze cause you never know what you might end up doin' ...It is the truth in man that sets him free.. 
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1/16/2009 5:13 am |
I had one too many of the tequila and went home really drunk. I was speeding at about 2am along Fort Bonifacio and it was too dark, fronting Heritage Park. Since I know the road by heart as it is my usual way in going work daily to and fro, I would missed the humps and potholes even my eyes closed, so to speak. I didnt know that a water company dumped a mountain of gravel along the road to cement the holes they did the previous days. I did a stunt like Evel Knievel when the car I was driving plunged on top of that huge pile of gravel,the car high up on the air and I landed on the other side of the road after I was shakened like a rag doll inside the car. bumping my whole body to all its corners and bleeding in my broken lips that banged into the steering wheel.My car was in a total wrecked and a patrol car stopped and shocked to see me still alive,cursing the gravel. I was on a sick leave for three months since I can barely walk after that accident. I stopped drinking tequila .few bottles of beer is enough.lol! Paul had an accident in August (considered by the Chinese as the unluckiest month of the year) the year we were getting married. A bus sideswiped his vehicle--which was a mini-SUV (so it had a high center of gravity)--at the Cubao-EDSA underpass, so when he swerved violently to the left, he hit the center island, tipped the car over to the other lane, landed the front of the car upside down on the trunk of an oncoming sedan, and then got hit by a truck. Amazingly, despite not having his seatbelt on, he came out of it relatively unscathed, only sustaining injuries on his knees from the broken glass when he crawled out because he was in shorts. The guy driving the sedan thought Paul was already dead, so when he saw Paul picking up his stuff that was scattered all over the road, he actually thought Paul was a looter! And it happened to Paul stone cold sober. Someone was really watching out for him that day. Like someone was watching out for you, too. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/16/2009 5:15 am |
Ahh the good old memo's..I have a lots of them days..Let me see where to start..hehehe One night I am invited to this student party..It was right in the begging when I got to know my ex friend who is getting' married in June .The night is beautiful,it's full moon and the party is out doors,the foods is plenty...Some of the boys are doin all this mix drinks and I try them..Well not long I found my self out on a bench,my heard spinning like crazy, vomited every thing out.Some one went to find my ex bf and I looked up at him with doggy eyes and said please take me home I don't feel well..heheh..On the way home we had to walk through this small forest and I stopped a few time to empty my stomach..Then I'm thinking,hallucinations take over, OMG he is going to rape then kill me and no one will know...I started to cry and the poor guys hold me in his arms,give me a passionate kiss and told me I love you jen,you look so sweet when you are drunk ...LOLAnother time I went out with friends for a weekend trip in Bremen,Germany..A friend of ours was having birthday..We arrived in the morn deported our bags at the apartment and went out to shop for the party that eve..In the old market square was a fest going on..Lovely day it was but cold so I did not refused when I had a traditional drink called ""gluwine"made with red wine,hot with fruits..Well two of those had me feeling warm the third I was happy the fourth I wanted to hug the world..A friend of my friend suggested to show me the lil town while the rest go home to prepare for later..We are walking among the small cobbler stones town when I saw a group of punks boys walking ahead carrin' a box of beers...I walk up to them grab one out of fun and said thank you with this big smile on my face.I noticed the guy I was with went white in the face..The group of boys looked at me, all with sort of opened mouth..I am thinkin'..oh oh they have never seen a blacky before..hehehe..I gave back the beer,taped one of the guys on the shoulder,wished them a nice day and waved a goodbye and the guy I am with pulled me as quickly as he could into a Nealson Pub...Pantin' like we have been on a marathon..He said,' did you know what you just did,these guys are skin head ,they hate black people..They could have beaten you and me up..Don't you ever do that again. ..That was my first encounter with skin heads..Another time back in the carribic I got invited for a sailing trip for the day..I had very lil breakfast that morn and so when we were half way out sailing a did not refused the beers that was bein' passed around..It did not take long..The head spin,tummy felt bad and down into the cabin I was to the loo...Well I vomited everything I eat the day before,that morn and just a bout my stomach intestines...The embracing thing about it all is,I like the blue-eyes,long blond hair guy and he had to witness all that..As for the toilet,it was blocked and stunk so bad of vomit..yurk!!! Another time we are up in the mountains..A weekend trip of fun and ski...That eve we all sat at the round table in the kitchen eating fondue..A meal of melted cheese in a pot and stuck bread..Wine is flowing like crazy..After dinner we play games until some one suggested a fart competitions..Well we are all tipsy and the game is like a merrygoround the person next to you should fart and the next and the next..The game is going well and the farts are coming out...hehehe The wine is flowing..We are all drunk at the table laughin' away at each others fart when it comes to my third or fifth round it took a while for this fart to come out...pops pops ahh..and then I wet the cushion..The wee wee came out ..We all burst out in fits of laughter,the game was over I won..I was the fart Queen...heheheBoy oh deary,you sure got me thinkin' back in those days..I would love to share more but I most be off.. Goin' walking with friends for the day,maybe a boat trip on the lake.. Have fun and stay off the booze cause you never know what you might end up doin' ...Fart Queen!!!! Gawd, if our trip to Europe in a couple of years pushes through, you and I will REALLY have to meet--I bet it'll be an all night laughfest between us two!I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/16/2009 8:37 am |
hey hon, you should've referred to him as the "hottie-hot-hot drunk guy" lol... by the way, saw him in court the other day. he sends you and lani his regards... also asked if we gals want to go out for a drink? lol
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1/16/2009 1:34 pm |
I must admit that most women would appear cuter to me if THEY had more  !
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1/16/2009 1:40 pm |
Ha! Not yet!!! So you're gonna have to fess up, too. Wait, were you buzzed when you had that shiny purple shirt on? DDM
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1/16/2009 4:44 pm |
mapilgrim i`m sitting here laughing and thinking of some encounters i had when i was younger and wilder shaking my head nope cant tell that one! umm nope cant tell that one either i`ll keep thinking    
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1/17/2009 4:48 am |
OMG Jen, I'm at turns cracking up and dropping my jaw (especially reading about the skinheads encounter) reading all this, LOL!!! Fart Queen!!!! Gawd, if our trip to Europe in a couple of years pushes through, you and I will REALLY have to meet--I bet it'll be an all night laughfest between us two!Now you won't want me to relive this Fart Queen thingy right? cause these days when I do the wee is not far behind...hehehe It would be a pleasure to meet you  I'd be happy to tell you lot's more of my drunkard days.. It is the truth in man that sets him free..
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1/17/2009 7:20 am |
hey hon, you should've referred to him as the "hottie-hot-hot drunk guy" lol... by the way, saw him in court the other day. he sends you and lani his regards... also asked if we gals want to go out for a drink? lol Which I should've done back then, come to think of it. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/17/2009 7:21 am |
I must admit that most women would appear cuter to me if THEY had more ! So wait, if a gal looks like Cousin Itt, you'd find her cuter? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/17/2009 7:24 am |
Ummm...no...I was quite sober (quit the hard stuff years ago)...and it's not shiny...just purple. DDM Come onnnnnn. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/17/2009 7:26 am |
mapilgrim i`m sitting here laughing and thinking of some encounters i had when i was younger and wilder shaking my head nope cant tell that one! umm nope cant tell that one either i`ll keep thinkingPwetty pwease with a chewwy on top? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/17/2009 7:27 am |
OH deary.. Now you won't want me to relive this Fart Queen thingy right? cause these days when I do the wee is not far behind...hehehe It would be a pleasure to meet you I'd be happy to tell you lot's more of my drunkard days.. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/17/2009 1:00 pm |
OMG, Sherry!!!! Thank God you weren't hurt a lot worse!!! Paul had an accident in August (considered by the Chinese as the unluckiest month of the year) the year we were getting married. A bus sideswiped his vehicle--which was a mini-SUV (so it had a high center of gravity)--at the Cubao-EDSA underpass, so when he swerved violently to the left, he hit the center island, tipped the car over to the other lane, landed the front of the car upside down on the trunk of an oncoming sedan, and then got hit by a truck. Amazingly, despite not having his seatbelt on, he came out of it relatively unscathed, only sustaining injuries on his knees from the broken glass when he crawled out because he was in shorts. The guy driving the sedan thought Paul was already dead, so when he saw Paul picking up his stuff that was scattered all over the road, he actually thought Paul was a looter! And it happened to Paul stone cold sober. Someone was really watching out for him that day. Like someone was watching out for you, too.  ..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..
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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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1/18/2009 3:05 pm |
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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1/18/2009 3:06 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. 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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1/18/2009 6:09 pm |
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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1/19/2009 3:54 am |
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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1/19/2009 3:56 am |
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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1/19/2009 7:31 pm |
Ummmm.... I think I am gonna refrain from this cause all my drunk tales involve me and Incor is NOT allowed to read this BLOG between the stars, beyond the planet mars, there Sens will be
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1/20/2009 5:12 am |
Ummmm.... I think I am gonna refrain from this cause all my drunk tales involve me and Incor is NOT allowed to read this BLOG 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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1/20/2009 10:41 am |
Mine is a little different. Was out with a bunch of guys I knew and went to a pizza place. It had a pin ball game in it and I went over to play it. The thing took my money but didn't give me my game. So I went up to the counter and demanded my money. First, they didn't want to give it to me. Then I got loud and they finally gave me back a quarter. Afterwards I got a ribbing from my friends due to the fact that I was the only one they knew that could do a thing like that.
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1/20/2009 4:35 pm |
Mine is a little different. Was out with a bunch of guys I knew and went to a pizza place. It had a pin ball game in it and I went over to play it. The thing took my money but didn't give me my game. So I went up to the counter and demanded my money. First, they didn't want to give it to me. Then I got loud and they finally gave me back a quarter. Afterwards I got a ribbing from my friends due to the fact that I was the only one they knew that could do a thing like that. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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1/20/2009 5:14 pm |
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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1/21/2009 3:31 am |
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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1/21/2009 5:39 am |
Hey I gave up, both drinking and thinking of any drunken tales per your request. Neither did my friends’ as they actually seemed hardly even got drunk. They would drink, drink, and drink, and eat, eat, and eat, talk, and talk and talk… that was all they did. But I have few things about me to share, one day we might get to sitting for a drink or two or watching others get drunk together... you never know. anyway, my body reacts fast to alcohols, with just a second glass of any degrees; I’d feel the hot flush running in my arms and then knees starting at the joints. my face felt hot, I enjoyed feeling tipsy and entertaining my friends. I often ended up puke first... but I never made a scene and I was very quiet before it occurred! I either drank alone or ever want to – not even when I was in deep $#%! (in those cases where some ppl might do when it may help them forget). They just tastes awful and unless it’s for fun drinking with companies. Because of that, at some point I didn’t have patient, I drank when my stomach was empty haha… and I bet you know what happened the next morning!!! In my 30-40s something I developed how to drink in a more civil and mature way - only a couple wines was enough. It was much more fun getting tippy, starting to smile a lot, giggling, and chatting away. I never ever got drunk in terms of losing myself completely even when I couldn’t hold my food down. From my experience, people get drunk in different ways and levels but you know what ana, I tend to think and believe anyone was really really hardly drunk unless they lost themselves unconsciously and that’s different. I for one always knew what was going on even when I passed the stage after tipsy, though may not be crystal clear or I couldn’t walk straight lol... I heard my friends’ laffing and making remarks about me and some were concerned but I never had anyone help me walk and I was proud I puked without trouble anybody. hehe ... one time though I recalled now I tried my hardest not to mess up my friend’s toilet floor...but it was very very hard and I needed a lot of control to aim still and make it straight ...I succeeded in my attempt but one thing I failed, I ended up wetting my undies!! Dangit my secrets are out now!!  There you go, i got one silly tale out of a drunk site for ya after all.. It was great fun but drinking needs some serious responsibilities too, towards self and others. I quit drinking totally the last few yrs as I banned myself from getting in any social activities. Getting a bit old is a part of it I guess. I don’t drink beers or wines with meals either. Beers taste suck to me and now at this age I refuse to get calories from something I dislike the tastes!!! This must be a very long tale to read... excuse my bad!
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1/21/2009 6:47 am |
Hey I gave up, both drinking and thinking of any drunken tales per your request. Neither did my friends’ as they actually seemed hardly even got drunk. They would drink, drink, and drink, and eat, eat, and eat, talk, and talk and talk… that was all they did. But I have few things about me to share, one day we might get to sitting for a drink or two or watching others get drunk together... you never know. anyway, my body reacts fast to alcohols, with just a second glass of any degrees; I’d feel the hot flush running in my arms and then knees starting at the joints. my face felt hot, I enjoyed feeling tipsy and entertaining my friends. I often ended up puke first... but I never made a scene and I was very quiet before it occurred! I either drank alone or ever want to – not even when I was in deep $#%! (in those cases where some ppl might do when it may help them forget). They just tastes awful and unless it’s for fun drinking with companies. Because of that, at some point I didn’t have patient, I drank when my stomach was empty haha… and I bet you know what happened the next morning!!! In my 30-40s something I developed how to drink in a more civil and mature way - only a couple wines was enough. It was much more fun getting tippy, starting to smile a lot, giggling, and chatting away. I never ever got drunk in terms of losing myself completely even when I couldn’t hold my food down. From my experience, people get drunk in different ways and levels but you know what ana, I tend to think and believe anyone was really really hardly drunk unless they lost themselves unconsciously and that’s different. I for one always knew what was going on even when I passed the stage after tipsy, though may not be crystal clear or I couldn’t walk straight lol... I heard my friends’ laffing and making remarks about me and some were concerned but I never had anyone help me walk and I was proud I puked without trouble anybody. hehe ... one time though I recalled now I tried my hardest not to mess up my friend’s toilet floor...but it was very very hard and I needed a lot of control to aim still and make it straight ...I succeeded in my attempt but one thing I failed, I ended up wetting my undies!! Dangit my secrets are out now!! There you go, i got one silly tale out of a drunk site for ya after all.. It was great fun but drinking needs some serious responsibilities too, towards self and others. I quit drinking totally the last few yrs as I banned myself from getting in any social activities. Getting a bit old is a part of it I guess. I don’t drink beers or wines with meals either. Beers taste suck to me and now at this age I refuse to get calories from something I dislike the tastes!!! This must be a very long tale to read... excuse my bad! 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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1/21/2009 9:26 pm |
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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1/25/2009 1:02 pm |
Happy New year
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1/25/2009 3:09 pm |
Happy New year I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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10/25/2009 1:35 am |
My absolute pleasure
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11/20/2009 2:17 am |
My absolute pleasure I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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