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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

 
Three sheets to the wind

Where DID that phrase come from? Anyway, I got totally blitzed a few nights ago. I wasn't driving, I was staying over at a friend's house, and another houseguest brought vodka, flavored vodka, from the former Soviet Union where he visited late last year. He brought back (and sent back as gifts) gallons of the stuff, high class stuff, not rot-gut by any means, and far better than the "good stuff" we have here brewed in the US. This stuff was SMOOTH, absolutely NO bite. No bite at all, like I said, SMOOTH, and I got totally blitzed and stumbled into the bedroom later and fell into bed and the next day, I did NOT have a hangover! Like I said, this was the GOOD stuff! And the good stuff does not have the properties of a hangover the next day. No wonder the Russians can drink SO much. They don't have the after effects those of us not privy to the really good stuff...


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