In my days as a lowly student, thinking that my drinking ability
was of a level worthy of respect (oh how little I knew) two friends and I decided to have a tequila evening, while playing a board game. The idea was that each time it was your turn, you would take a shot of tequila complete with salt and lemon. After around 20 minutes we'd consumed the first bottle and thought "This game's great!". We purchased another and continued in the same manner as the first. Repeat this one more time and bingo. A bottle of tequila each. - Not all that impressive considering the magnitude of my drinking ability these days, but at the time we were all suitably impressed.

After staggering to my girlie's flat, I spent thirty minutes vomiting the contents of my stomach into my girlfriend's toilet, and a further five hours dry heaving. - The contents of my stomach having long departed, but the alcohol in my blood still having its evil effect. Eventually I passed out in a snotty puddle and woke up the following day.

All was well until I felt a gradual ache beginning to make its presence felt in my testicles. This ache gradually began to increase in strength throughout the day until hours later I was doubled up on the floor clutching my plums sobbing like a baby. It felt like someone had my nuts in a vice and was gradually tightening it. I was convinced that I had testicular cancer.

You would think that this would've put me off drinking tequila, but no. Since then I've drunk similar amounts of it on a number of occasions and suffered exactly the same effects.

Live and don't learn. That's me.
(Highlander, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 16:31, Reply)