When I was in the Marines, my roommate and I actually bet each other that we couldn't drink one beer per hour for the entire weekend. It's harder than you think, even for hard-drinking Marines. We stacked a few cases of beer in our room and started 6PM Friday night. We cracked open a new beer every hour on the hour. During the night, we'd set our alarm to go off every hour and we'd guzzle a brew and go back to sleep.
By 2AM Sunday morning, we both had had enough and we made a mutual agreement to stop and call it a tie. It was like a month before I could touch another beer again.
posted on 07/15/2008 7:10:07 PM PDT
(I am 20 days away from outliving Vicki Sue Robinson)
...By 2AM Sunday morning, we both had had enough and we made a mutual agreement to stop and call it a tie...
Sounds a bit like a couple of camping trips I took back in my younger years. Well, we did stop to sleep, but I distinctly remember having beer with my breakfast on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. Good times, from what I remember.
posted on 07/15/2008 7:13:54 PM PDT
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