"Criss is my witneth, ossifer; I sthwear to ya, only had two beersh."
Posted on 08/10/2005 10:55:59 AM PDT by LibWhacker
hence the name...bar-fly ?
Are you drinking right now, at this very moment? I know I am! :-)
you all are way to quick for me....
Often called "driving the great white bus." :-)
No disrespect intended, but where did your doctor friend get his information? Cirrhosis is debilitating, deadly, and it's killed more alcoholics than "something else". I doubt most members of AA would support a "difficult to kill your liver" position.
"Criss is my witneth, ossifer; I sthwear to ya, only had two beersh."
LOL - that's funny!
You know you're hungover when...
10. Your natural response to "Good morning," is "Shut the f*** up!!!!""
That's my normal morning demeanor..........and I haven't had a hangover in years :)
Doing the technicolor yawn :)
He may be referring to "self induced diabites", or accidents caused by alcoholism.
However, I know alot of doctors who would argue (with a serious vengence) that steady, and consistant heavy drinking will destroy the liver quite effectily.
Mixing it with drugs, will obviously do more then speed up the process.
That said, destroying your liver is not that hard, and you do not have to drink all day. Just indulge heavily every night.
My frat use to call it "praying to the porcelin gods", or "kneeling before the porcelin lord".
The running phrase for girls was "On their knees before the almight John".
Thank you! :-)
Praying at the ground
Hugging the porcelain
Most heavy drinkers die from other causes. Heart disease, accidents, diabetes, etc. They don't give their liver time to die.
Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.-- Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim.
Perhaps.
Do I need some over-bloated research project to tell me that some guys can't hold their liquor?
No, but then that's not all that this study determined.
Pinpointing the actual gene (or at least one of the genes) which causes the differences between alcoholics and non-alcoholics is a huge step towards understanding the exact biochemistry of alcohol abuse/addiction, and ultimately being able to devise effective treatments for it, anti-hangover pills, and all sorts of other related lines of research.
driving the porcelain bus
talking to Ralph on the big white telephone
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