"Maxprop" wrote in message
Balderdash, you Belgian Cannuck. It must be all that dry, cold air up
there
giving you the misimpression that you have a tolerance for ethanol.

I'm basing my assumption on a lenghty study of Yankee drinking habits and
tolerances.

Balderdash....

Hey, that's my word, you plagiarist . . .

The hell you say.... I saw no copyright on it.

I prefer the taste of gasoline, kerosene, and whale vomit to Bacardi. No
sane rum drinker would be otherwise.

On this we concur

I've not tried Lamb's, but I have drunk Lemonhart, which is purported to
be
a better English rum of higher alcohol content.

Ah Hah!.... you dare question a rum you have not yet sampled!!! Heretic!
Lemonhart is not even in the same league as Lambs.... Lemonhart is a far
inferior rum.

A rite of passage in my
fraternity was for one's brothers to buy straight shots of 151 proof
Lemonhart rum upon one's 21st birthday, either until the birthday idiot
passed out or cried "uncle." I drank 25 shots before ending up face down
on
the floor, after which they took me to the local horsepistol and had my
stomach pumped, which was entirely unnecessary as it seemed to be purging
itself quite nicely in the car. I still haven't forgiven the *******s for
using MY car.

I was 15 shots neat into my bottle of Lambs while replying to your posts....

None of the above. Today, a mature man of . . . well, never mind . . .
I'm
fully capable of imbibing mass quantities of ethanol-bearing fluids with
relative impunity. Provided I drink straight liquor and eschew mixers,
especially those of a sugary nature, I can absorb a surprising quantity of
said fluids and still maintain a modicum of alertness and coherency.
Interspersed with a small amount of food, I can drink all night and still
sing the Notre Dame fight song verbatim 'til the cows come home. And some
of those cows are damn big.

I'm going to be 50 in August 2005... I think like an 18 year old, act like a
30 year old and drink like a 70 year old.


Tsk, tsk. Methinks we have a genderophobe in our midsts. I know women
who
can drink you under the proverbial table, you lambic-loving supra-Yooper.

No phobias .... just an acute comprehension of the guiding regulations
involving the genders.

. . . who, normally void of reasonability and rationality, had the
decidedly uncharacteristic good sense to distill their national spirits at
the proper alcoholic content.

The heck you say.... the lot of them are limp wristed winos!

Call it what you will, but we routinely eat Canadians for lunch in that
there fenced-in mudhole.

Delusions of adequacy on your part... that's my diaganosis !!

Boy is Katy gonna open up a can of Whoop-Ass on you, boy.

She's not Da Boss'O'Me!..... I ain't Askeered'O'Her!

AHA!!! The truth emerges. The Cappy is a weenie who "drinks less" or
even--omigod, perish the thought--MIXES (forgive me, O' sainted
distill-masters of the Caribbean) rum with God knows what. The thought
brings bile to my tongue and a tightness to my chest.

Well you're a Yank... it's just natural to assume you couldn't tolerate the
stuff neat.

That wasn't my hanky, you Athabascan oil slick. That was the gauntlet,
and
I've thrown it down in challenge to you for a shot-for-shot contest of
wills
and stomachs. First to puke or pass out loses, and must certainly be
labeled a "girlie-man" for the remainder of his days. How do you look in
a
dress, CM?

I look as good in dress as a pair of jeans..... I spent time in Samoa! I'll
see if I can post a picture of me in a "skirt" for you.
That gauntlet was awfully lacy, delicate for a man to be waving it around.
Shot for Shot.... no sweat... I'll supply the tacks for the floor. :-D

CM