During the Gulf War I was having a routine blast at Kendamci, which was a great restaurant under the Galata Bridge, may it rest in peace, and over many beers we all came to the conclusion that the best way to get rid of Iraq would be to surround it with the enlisted men of the armed forces of every nation with a beef against it, have the biggest beer party in world history, and order all urinate over the Iraqi border whenever the urge struck, thus pi$$ing the entire nation away.