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#84713
10/25/2002 2:35 PM
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Joined: Feb 2002
Posts: 833
old hand
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old hand
Joined: Feb 2002
Posts: 833 |
just got this from friends in Oz - hope y'all like it too! - M
THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:
Indubitably
Innovative
Preliminary
Proliferation
Cinnamon
THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:
Specificity
British Constitution
Passive-aggressive disorder
Loquacious Transubstantiate
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK :
Thanks, but I don't want to have sex
Nope, no more booze for me
Sorry, but you're not really my type
Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight
Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing
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#84714
10/26/2002 1:12 AM
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Joined: Oct 2002
Posts: 11
stranger
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stranger
Joined: Oct 2002
Posts: 11 |
**hic** i deg to biffer... s'all pimple soo say...
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#84715
10/27/2002 3:51 PM
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Joined: Oct 2000
Posts: 1,346
veteran
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veteran
Joined: Oct 2000
Posts: 1,346 |
i deg to biffer... s'all pimple soo say...
Yerse... and you're gorgeous, an' I feel perfickly cape- <hic> -ubble o'drivin...
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#84716
10/28/2002 7:32 PM
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Joined: Oct 2002
Posts: 27
newbie
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newbie
Joined: Oct 2002
Posts: 27 |
Back in my long-ago drinking days we used the following rhyme:
Starkle, starkle, little twink.
Who the hell you are, I think?
I am not under the alkifluence of inkihol
As some thinkle seem to peep I am!
If you could recite this, you could have another drink. Inability to get through the dreaded "Starkle, Starkle" meant that you were cut off.
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#84717
10/29/2002 12:51 AM
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Joined: Oct 2000
Posts: 1,346
veteran
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veteran
Joined: Oct 2000
Posts: 1,346 |
Inability to get through the dreaded "Starkle, Starkle" meant that you were cut off.Vicious, CJ! I'd never ever manage to get drunk under those rules. 
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#84718
10/29/2002 2:23 AM
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Joined: Aug 2001
Posts: 11,070 Likes: 2
Carpal Tunnel
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Carpal Tunnel
Joined: Aug 2001
Posts: 11,070 Likes: 2 |
Anybody remember an old movie name of Our Man in Havana ?
There was a checkers game between the vacuum cleaner salesman about to be deported as a spy (Alec Guinness) and the Jefe de Havana Police (Ernie Kovacs) with the pieces being miniatures of light or dark rum. When you jumped a piece you had to drink it.
The relative skills of the players very quickly ceased to be of significance...
It's one of a small number of movies better than their progenitor books.
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