You never know Irie. I have quite a history of debauchery. I could have met you over in Ellensburg while studying an ethich class called "You and the last quarter inch of your beer" mostly designed to engage the mind body and soul to relate to that portion and realize it needs to be loved/consumed as much as the first quarter inch of your coldy. Or we could have met in Yakima While I got s*** faced and baked studying @ Yakima Valley Community College mostly entry courses although courses conveying why limit a party to 50 when you can reachout to all branches of law enforcement to put out the flame so to speak. Man now this thread has me in that mode where I am getting enless waves of awesome memories of complete alcaholica. Good times. Great aliases. Half rack jack, maximus, pooski, Tap that keg fill my cup get me fuzzy, and real f***** up. Beautiful beautiful, beautiful keg, laying in the grass helping me get laid ok I should really open a word doc and write this then delete it to get it out of the system or I will get way out of control. Peace, Don't drink and drive