the only thing I can stand is Irish. Nothing else....except clears or tequila....drunk a half gallon of canadian mist when I was fifteen and to this day can't hardly drink anything....
after getting home somehow my grandmother made me get up and go to school the next day. how the fuck I was not expelled,I have no idea. Go to school still drunk and reaking of whiskey....gotta love the 80's....lol....
In hindsight (and with respect - she's been departed over 25 years now) she was a really mean old school bastard!
'If you don't stop your crying I'm going to give you something to cry about', was one of her favorites and she always kept her word.
Even when one of her smacks off side the head was the reason you were crying in the first place!
To this day seeing someone leave a room without turning off the lights first makes me wince a bit in anticipation of a whack!