hanzo's note: while this is a rambling post, since JC took that time to write it, I will take the time to post it. Have fun with it.

Tuesday night? Check. Bottle of Vodka? Check. Read More? Click. It's a tuesday night with not a lot to do, but we usually find something. On this perticular night my friend Brad J. and I decided to go to liquer store. hmm... what would the weapon of destruction be tonight? Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Grey Goose, Cabo Wabo, Yukon Jack, all good choices for annihilation. Being that we had a combined $14.62 so we went with quantity not quality. Good old Vlad, great guy, we have hung out many a night, plus i had a gallon of OJ at home. First let size all this up. The 1/2 gallon of vlad was only like $12. Now I'm not a math major by any means, but if this is correct im amazed. 1/2 gallon is 2 quarts. 2qt. is 8 cups. 8c. is 64 shots. ?? 1/2 gal. = 64 shots. This is besides the point but bars make a killing off of shots 64 * $3.00 a shot is $192.00. Any way we head back to my place, it's about 9pm. we started mixing about a 1/4 glass of Vlad and the rest OJ. after about 3 of those weak ass' we went to 1/2 and 1/2. So far so good right? after about 4 glasses we decided it was time for a mans drink. 15 shots of vlad and top it off with OJ (which is about a splash) 2 of those my friend and your good to go. Now its about 11pm and it hits us, like a fly hitting your windshield at 100mph. My body was numd and I couldn't feel a thing to boot, Brad couldn't talk he just mumbled. there was about 8-10 shots left in the sad looking plastic bottle....a bottle made it Baltimore! Which a name like Vladimir Vodka one would think it's russian, well mate it's made in good old Baltimore, Md. Now I have braved the streets of Baltimore and it's totally ghetto nothing russian about it. At this point We pretty much blacked out and I only remember what I was told. Have no fear we had a game plan. Lets take an hour nappy and get up and finish it brad said. hmm.. not a bad idea since i can no longer see, I thought to myself. Next thing i know i wake up in bed with brad at 4am, and I have GOT to take to mother of all urinations. As I stumble to the Bathroom which is like 4ft from my room but feels like a major fucking hike at this point with a bladder ready to explode full of urine. I think I set a new guinnes book of world record. A 15 minute piss, or atleast felt that long. I didnt make it back to bed, my roomates girlfriend found me passed out on the floor and was kind enough to toss me a pillow. I don't know a whole about that night, but the moral of this story is, split a case of beer, not a 1/2 gallon of 100 proof.