Ah....drunken memory # 3
Me and my friends were drinking in the cemetary.
I was 16 years old or so. The cops come! My friends
take off, leaving behind this girl who was unconcious
from "Boonesboro Apple Wine." ( Nasty stuff!)
I waited until the cops left, hiding behind a tombstone.
I grabbed the girl and was able to get her to tell me
where she lived.
I snuck into her house, dragging her and finally got her into bed.
( I was a gentleman. I didn't take advantage of the situation)
Needless to say, the girl was never allowed to go out with us again.
My co-worker offered me some spaghetti today, and I said no and accused her of poisoning it. She said if I can drink detergent, it's probably impossible to poison me.