No, I have never been so drunk I wanted to shoot fireworks out of my butt.
Oh, and most of those events were lost to my memory and only know about them because they were reported to me afterward.
When I was in college the “porcelain idol,” to whom I sacrificed from time to time, was known as “the Great Growler God.”
When I was in college the “porcelain idol,” to whom I sacrificed from time to time, was known as “the Great Growler God.”
The first one was when I staggered back to the ship and when I went to show my ID to the watch, it was upside down with the picture facing me.
The other happened in Naples, Italy. I have been drinking screwdrivers made with Russian vodka. I stepped out of the old San Francisco Bar to go back to my ship (Nimitz) which was anchored out in the bay. I took two steps toward fleet landing and...........
woke up in my bunk on the ship. I don't remember anything that happened in between.