bombadil wrote:Don't worry, Steven, you'll get over it.
red_bus wrote:...and I am not just saying that because I have been drinking heavily (although i have, and probably should step away from the keyboard). Now, let's to ebay and do some serious bidding...
red_bus wrote:...and I am not just saying that because I have been drinking heavily (although i have, and probably should step away from the keyboard).
bombadil wrote:Looks like a fine place to tie one on. The best thing they've got going for themselves is the fact they don't serve Tapas. Growing up in Wisconsin, I knew a guy who was an avid duck hunter. He'd get up early on fall mornings, travel way out into the heart of the marshland, and sit all day waiting to shoot ducks. Not my kind of thing, but he was an interesting guy. We called him "Mort the Duck". Anyway, he told me a story about having gone out to hunt one cold day despite coming down with an awful upper respiratory infection. As the morning wore on, he became more and more ill. Finally, he realized he had to trek back out to his car and get home to bed. But by the time he started back, he was feeling feverish, shaky, weak, the whole thing. And thirsty beyond belief. He was damn near stumbling blindly through the cattails and marsh grass, afraid he wouldn't find his way out. For some reason, it occurred to him that the only way to clear his senses would be to take a big drink of water. Since he had none with him, he fought back his instincts and revulsion, and finally knelt down and took a long drink of the black swamp water he was hiking through. It tasted like ass (so he says; I've never been there myself - neither the swamp nor the ass, that is). He drank and drank, and had to fight back the urge to puke it back up. Many years later, he told me he's never been the slightest bit ill since.
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