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CCJ, nice! What a story. Where the pills you were taking for this test the "morning after pills?" Joe where are you from again? What State?

I know, let's start bashing those dudes from England who have those funny "Beatle" accents. yuk yuk yuk

your wife knows first hand about that story ever so intimately. ( -: yuk yuk yuk. we gotta stop this shit before we get booted off and banned from the forum for posting crap in every thread. I'd like to personally remind everyone, it all stated with some dork named Tony Clifton.

but I'm sure the rotten crotch story will be a hit with the ladies! ; - ) "Since you've all been such good boys and girls, I would like to take everybody in this entire audience out for milk and cookies. There are buses outside. Everybody follow me."

now who really wants to hear the story of the crotch rot medicine cream that don't work that we tested the year before??! ( -: yuk yuk yuk.

these days, and probably for about 20 years, I have been off the hard alcohol; it is just too hard on the old system... I still enjoy beer and wine, especially red, red wine. I don't mix wine with beer, ever. though I often make my own blends of wine, 2 parts hearty merlot mixed with one part shiraz. and my personal cure for hangovers, is lots and lots of water and a couple of advils. Maybe add some whatthefuckaretheycalled?, yeah, electrolites, or some gatorade, like that. a liter of wine, 2 liters of water. I can't sleep though, because I'm up every 10 minutes to piss. such is the life of a geezer. ) -;

way back when, like fucking forever ago, I earned $500 for being a "test subject" for a hangover medicine. Some pharmaceutical company was in the last stages of FDA testing, and we were the first human guinnea pigs. pretty cool gig, actually. Two separate weekends, we HAD to drink whiskey, controlled amounts to get us drunk during the course of the 4 days. There were 12 of us, 6 guys, 6 gals, all deadheads in the group. Actually, about only 6 or 7 hard core heads, and a few more "straight" people, but everybody was into shows and partying. Somebody knew somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody in charge of the whole thang, and somebody said; "hey, do you want to earn $500 for drinking booze?" no fool, I. I asked: '$500 U.S. dollars??" no fool, I. I asked: '$500 U.S. dollars EACH??" yes! OK, where do I sign? US greenbacks-- 500 bucks bought a lot of gas in those daze. all sorts of legal release forms, medical questions, gotta be healthy for the drug companies to do this to you. anyways, one weekend, you got the real charcoal pills, the other weekend you got a placebo. They limited the amount of food we could eat, limited the amount of water that we could drink, based on body weight and shit like that. Although the sample was only 12 people, it was all pretty scientific. Both times, they were drawing blood at intervals, (that really sucked) to test it -- whether you gots the placebos or not, both weekends, they were taking blood. before each "drink" wheich was every 15 minutes, I never shot nothing, so the whole needle thing is pretty fucked up, especially as you are getting drunk on sour mash. As we got drunk, they gave us memory tests, hand eye coordination tests, walk in a straight line, shit like that. Me and a few of the hard core boozers actually did BETTER on the coordination and memory tests as we got drunker-- that kind of totally fucking skewed the results resulting in odd-paradigms which the doctors could never explain. i was amazing the doctors and nurses with "philosophy" courtesy of Hunter or Barlow, (before the memory tests) saying shit like: "Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze" It was pretty funny. So it all became a party for the first few hours and then it started to really suck. We were actually drinking just a little bit more than we were supposed to, often running to the bathroom to do various other things that required privacy. After about 30 or 45 minutes, some of the members of our little group started staring at the lights... babbling, giggling, you get the picture. some were definately en-hancing our party with un-mentionables. Suddenly, after boozing for 3 hours we had to take handfulls of these fucking smelly charcoal pills. I mean like 20 at a time, well, the doctor would say, please swallow all of these pills, but you can only drink 300 cc of water to do it. Every hour, more booze, more pills, more blood letting... It went on and on... the blood taking, the handfulls of pills, the continuous boozing, the MUSIC! but oh no!! "you can not dance!! no physical exertion, no sweating allowed!" I started calling this one nurse Dracula's mistress, calling her a leech and a blood sucker, I swear, she looked just like Nurse Ratchid. The whole thing became a big bummer and we was getting just a little belligerant. I think in all, we had to drink and do that shit for 6 hours each day of the 2 weekends. They had us all crash in the clinic. So it was 12 hours of boozing in a 48 hour time period. But you know what? Those charcoal pills definately work, I got the placebo the first weekend, and the real stuff the second weekend. So it went, we got through the 2 weekends, got the money paid in CASH!! and went our own way onto the summer tour that year... later on, I ran into the "straight" dude who kind of set the whole thing up, and I heard that they had to re-do all of the tests, because with the exception of 1 or 2 people, EVERYBODY had something we weren't supposed to have in our blood in our blood. So they drug company had to re-do everything, they threatened law suits because somewhere in that fine print we had signed papers saying we would be clean. But fuck it, we did it, got the cash dollar bill money, and hit the road. by the way, iknowurider, not only have I looked into the eyes of the worm, the worm winked at me -- but that is another story. peace

as a bartender in my wayback years, people would ask for the worm and stick around looking for the last pour of the Mescale bottle. I always gave a gulp & gone, Bob, rarely a chew (ewww), but people swore it was the trick to not getting a headache the next day. I think the sugar content in the Mescale kept you from having a really bad headache, kinda like caffiene. who knows, but I always knew it was good for a night of entertainment when a few cruisers came in and started doing shots when the bottle was 1/2 way done. bob, here's my secret- one glass of wine + one glass of water + 1 Advil, 2 glasses= 2 Advil, 2 glasses water... hydrate often to reduce the AM throb....age is definitely a factor I have found out.

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