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Originally posted by fotze+Jun 3 2005, 06:36 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (fotze @ Jun 3 2005, 06:36 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-Phanuthier@Jun 3 2005, 04:33 PM
Party atmosphere... different circumstances. Call it what you want, I guess. You call it a low life, I call it an engineer! 
(forget it if you don't know what I'm talking about. Inside joke for other gears out there. I haven't yet demolished that traditional 40 beers yet)
Floor crawls in res... Country Crusades... pub crawls... random drinking games... you know.
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Yup, engineering sure primes the liver. The centurion was shamfully easy when I did it. The real pointdexters were puking all over the bar after 30 shots of beer. I remember a guy peeing besinde me in the urinal puking all over his dink while peeing. Goof.
Working in the oilpacth sure encourages drinking. Good gawd stampede is ######ed, you are sometimes p*ssed by 9:00 am with the frac juice that is ingested.
What was the name of that bar where saigon y2k is now by mcmahon? Anyone remember. [/b][/quote]
You mean Yucatan's?
Oh yeah I guess I'm a heavy drinker.