Posted on 10/19/2017 2:34:44 PM PDT by EdnaMode
Insane?
Perhaps.
But in my case also quite easy.
I got drunk.
Special Export and shots of Slivovitz.
I did that every night in 1988.
I could also tell you the name of the bar and what I had for dinner.
(March 12th fell on a Saturday. Therefore I had Roast Lamb.)
Then I went home with a waitress.
The way I always do.
How as I to know?
She was with.....
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