From: Jackson Tn
I don't about P&L's beer stories but my younger brother was home on leave from the marines. My wife set him up on the sofa to sleep. He had been drinking beer all day, and told my wife he better use a pallet on the floor because he might pee the bed. My wife said be serious, your sleeping on the sofa. WELL! The next morning I get up and who do I meet in the hall....thats right! The big Marine had soaked the sofa, bed sheets, blankets and was heading for the washing machine. He looked at me and said,"I told Ya". He no longer does that, he was in his late teens or early twenties.
Like a loving big brother I remind him of this story occassionally. Must have been the cheap beer. I'am not a drinker myself.
AHAAHHA. Mr. Big Shot Marine.
I have only been smashed once in my life. It happened at my high school graduation. I consumed nearly a fifth of vodka alone. I have no idea if we actually had the graduation party, but I did wake up in Young Me W's(last name not revealed to protect the non-innocent-it rhymes with Wood, oops, Hi Young Me.) bed. My moaning woke her, we looked at each other at the same time and I hurled everywhere. To this day she teases that I am the only guy that puked when he woke up next to her. And she is not someone anybody would puke over...sigh, think I blew it??? Though we are still pals.
"I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are. If I killed them all there would be news from Hell before breakfast."- W.T. Sherman