this week in unintentionally grim-sounding recruiting headlines
OT - And you think Grady's blood alcohol content was bad...
But, believe it or not, that isn't a record. Some woman in Oregon blew a .72 a few years back:
The most incredible part is that at some point these women were sitting at a bar with a BAC of .65, and they thought to themselves, "yeah, I can have a couple more and still drive home."
Whoever authored that puppy must feel really smart after penning that "comatose Comer" bit.
Wow... I think that lady might have a little drinking problem.
I didn't realize they filmed a third installment of Weekend at Bernie's, let alone in a convenience store.
It looks like these articles refer to blood tests, but couldn't you just cough Jim Beam into a breathalyzer and get an off-the-charts reading? Man, there is only one way to find out...
You do realize you can drink juice without the gin.
"After she was found, Engle was hospitalized and FREED ON BOND."
Big surprise it led to this...
"She failed to appear in court on Dec. 15, but Sturgis police located her Monday evening in another stolen car sitting in a ditch along S.D. Highway 34 near Fort Meade."
That sounds like a trend, get hammered out of your
mind a steal a vehicle. At .708 she could do the
Gene Simmons fire spewing trick without any
At .05 per drink and minus .05 for every hour, that means all she had to do was have fourteen more drinks in her than hours she spent drinking. This reminds me of an old Alice Cooper interview. He said he had gone to rehab because he was tired of drinking a case of beer every day. According to wiki, it might have been ever worse:
"(at his alcoholic peak it was rumoured that Cooper was consuming up to two cases of Budweiser and a bottle of whiskey a day). "
One day of this works out to plus-45, or 2.25, something like twenty-two and a half times the old limit of .10. Somehow, he's still alive and able to play golf. I wonder how steady he is on six-footers?
The Rapid City Journal, my hometown newspaper, is a bastion of journalistic magnificence. It's been known to make liberals develop nervous twitches.
And Dr. Bob Looyenga is a man's man, with a booming voice that makes his Bible readings at my parents' church's Christmas Eve services all the more enjoyable. Ah, home.
I s'pose each body has its own tolerance (or lack thereof), but how do you even key the keys in with that much sauce in you?
She did it AGAIN the next day? (Or soon after?) WTF????