1 "...120-proof..."

I had no idear! No wonder I was jumbling, bumbling, and stumbling everywhere, worse than I normally would after two drinks of plain vodka.

But like the dude in the story says, Van Gogh must have had some already pre-existing "issues," because the worst it made me do was cause me to act like a giggly doofus, completely reliant upon others to make sure I got my ass back to my hotel room [no doubt I would have been Up the proverbial Creek, otherwise].

Also, I distinctly recall it being much more potent this year than last year, and I had waaaaay more to drink last year.

Personally, I like the "wearin' of the green," and the "drinkin' of the green." I just don't like the "goin' of the green."

2 Damn, that sure was a long comment.

3 Hmmm... yes, that was a long comment - does this mean you already got hold of your bottle, thus making you very chatty?  *grin*

4  Since I don't drink I'll just wish you and yours a very merry Christmas.

5 Actually, recall a post many, many months ago, in which His Hairyness woke up to a Klee Irwin infomercial about doodie in the middle of the night? The same thing happened to me minutes before I left the comment. Asleep on the couch; woke up to the doodiemercial.

Rarely do I drink in the house, but if I ever got my hands on a bottle of the "Vile Green Shit," methinks it would be a good idea, if I decided to drink it, to stay IN the house, rather than hit the streets and make a general nuisance of myself in public.

Hmmm. Another long comment. But still, stone cold sober. I swear!