Well....I'll have to admit that I stopped drinking tequila (except in margaritas and the rare occasional shot of something REALLY special) when I lived in PRK because:

1) I missed the opportunity to bang a SUPER HOT  chick after a river rafting trip because we/I'd done too many shots of tequila. One of my friends there said she spent at least 10 minutes trying to wake me up after I passed out waiting for her to come back from the bathroom.

2) I also had one too many instances of friends and roommates painting my face or toenails after I passed out first* drinking tequila. It's obvious that when I drink too much tequila and pass out, I sleep the sleep of the dead.




*When I didn't pass out first, I OF COURSE got even.

Got to love it.

There's a story about me, my wife, 2x Brass Monkey and a shopping cart ride home. Sorry, no pics.

I've seen that first pic before:

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: img.photobucket.com/albums/v391/2A373/whynotdrink05.jpg Where's Lord Trader when someones willing?.......................that would have been a easy one for him C'mon, let's face it! Lordtrader couldn't get lucky in a monkey whorehouse with a basket of bananas! Eric The(TellingItLikeItIs)Hun Yeah, and if he fell into a bathtub full of tits, he'd come up sucking his thumb. AB

He couldn't get laid in a womens prison with a fistfull of pardons?