The Greatest Drunkard........EVER!!!

**vhrocker** · 04.26.07, 06:05 PM

http://moderndrunkardmagazine.com/is...dre_giant.html

**muffdiver** · 04.26.07, 07:04 PM

Man, he really pounded them back....

**rchop84** · 04.29.07, 07:20 AM

I love the banner at the top of the link

"Say it loud, say it plowed" lmao

**graeme** · 04.29.07, 08:21 AM

That site is fantastic. Check out the 6 circles of hangover hell. Too true.

http://drunkard.com/issues/08_05/0805_six_circles.htm

**mistere** · 04.29.07, 05:17 PM

"You have a second heartbeat in your head which is actually annoying the employees sitting near you...

...some sadist handed you a pack of Pall Mall nonfilters and you chain-smoked them like it was your full-time job, telling anyone who would listen that smoking filtered cigarettes is like drinking whiskey through a bar rag."

LMAO. And hey. I've been there. But I saw so many drunks on the road last nite and
inside spilling shots on me and still others wanting to get the shit beat out of them that
my once torrid love affair with the devil juice becomes ever more
estranged by the day. Alas.

**Yesterdays** · 04.29.07, 08:50 PM

Back in the late '70s I was on a business trip to Boston and decided to take a walk and check out the scenery. A few blocks away from the hotel I tripped over a curb and fell flat on my face. Bystanders stopped to pick me up but I noticed that already my ankle had started swelling. Being in a strange city, I didn't know any doctors so I stopped at a pharmacy and bought an ace bandage and a bottle of aspirin.

I made it back to the hotel but by that time my ankle looked like a balloon. I sat in the lobby and the pain was literally making me cry out.

Just then, the most enormous man I had ever seen came through the revolving door of the lobby, took one look at me, and starting screaming, "Ice we need lots of ice....and a basin." I had no idea who this man was as he picked me up as easily as if I was a baby and asked for my room number. He carried me like a baby to my room and gently placed me on the bed. By then a gaggle of bellhops had gathered outside. The man took a basin, filled it with ice, gingerly placed my sore ankle in the ice and said, "stay like that." He left the room for a second, but quickly returned with a bottle of vodka and a glass, which he placed on the bed table next to me. He said, "It'll help." and left, closing the door behind him.

Shortly afterwards I received a call from the front desk to check on me. I said to them, "I'm all right, but could you please explain to me what just happened?"

The clerk answered, 'Don't you know who that was? That was Andre the Giant." I never had a chance to thank him.