Quote Originally Posted by auld argonian
Glassman brought up the 151 rum which we used to call "dummy juice" because anybody trying to demonstrate the size of their cahones by imbibing it was usually "leaving the party early" (involuntarily). And the last thing you wanted to do around my crowd was to pass out drunk...you usually woke up and found yourself sitting on a bench at a bus stop dressed in womens' clothing with an obscenity written on your forehead in indelible marker....and those were the guys that got off easy.

Frankly I learned early on to drink for endurance...not that that's a good thing....

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AA
I have an absolutely frightening liver. My memory is a little foggy on the nights with drinking contests but I have never passed out in an alcohol induced stupor. Now, all of my opponents have, but not a single time for me. Not even one frightening trip to Russia when I actually had the displeasure of drinking home-distilled Vodka. That stuff made moonshine look like Kool Aide. But our hosts were horribly impressed that I could match them drink for drink and be none the worse. Of course they were certain that I must have some Russian blood in me somewhere. I was sad to dissappoint them on that point.