A valiant effort, but...

Mikey 5 comments
A valiant effort, but...

You are at an airport in Nuremberg on your way home to Dresden, when the check-in officer advises you that new airport rules prohibit you from carrying large quantities of liquid onto the plane.

He also says you are not allowed to board the plane with that one litre bottle of Vodka, but don't worry, you have some options.

a) you pay a fee to have your carry-on bag checked in as cargo
b) throw the bottle away

Now that's one mighty fine looking bottle of Vodka right there and it would be a shame to throw it away, but at the same time paying extra to have it checked in is extortion! So what to do? Introduce a option 'c'.

The 65 year old nearly died of alcohol poisoning when he decided the best option was to skull the entire vodka bottle. Police said he instantly became unable to stand or otherwise function. A doctor arrived and the man was sent to a Nuremberg clinic for treatment.

Anyone who knows the sting of Vodka will appreciate the effort it must have taken to skull 1 litre of the stuff. To give you an idea, it smells and resembles stock standard paint thinners, but without the nasty side effect of 'near-death-experience'. Except of course when you try to skull an entire bottle.


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Thursday 13th December 2007 | 09:20 PM

Champion effort.

At my "levers" (that's the end of high-school, week long party, which we have in Australia, also called "schoolies", for our overseas audience) I skulled a bottle of Southern Comfort, through a funnel. I then proceeded to spew for about a day. The small island we partied on's hospital turned me away (so my friends tell me - I have zero recollection of this) on the grounds they were "already full of stupid, drunk kids".

A good time was had by all.

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Joe Marco

Friday 14th December 2007 | 06:08 AM

That's what I call commitment! do or die baby, do or die!

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Friday 14th December 2007 | 03:24 PM

My Schoolies wasn't much better (considering I live on the Gold Coast where all the action takes place) I drank a half bottle of old crow [cheap and nasty] burbon, sharing it with one of my mates drink for drink.

I woke up at home, in bed... [Apparently] the effects were so bad that my mate called my folks who hoisted me home.

Never really had the inclination to repeat that effort since then.

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Joe Marco

Friday 14th December 2007 | 04:53 PM

you ever have wild turkey 101?

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Friday 14th December 2007 | 10:40 PM

i guess if he breathed out and lit a match ka pow.....

and the next day he probably downed a packet of panadol for his king size hangover...........

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