Winging One More Windward

Ok, one little additional item of linkishness, because if I don't post now, I won't remember. Well, I'll remember all right, but I won't be able to find the link.

Authorities said the man had apparently scaled an 8-foot tall fence while naked and covered in nacho cheese and was seen running toward a ... an open bottle of vodka. Dowdification intentional

Although, I do wonder if Stephen Green (aka Vodkapundit) doesn't have something to do with this:

Show me a hot tub, and the pants are coming off. If it's after dark, or at least in a neighborhood nice enough that the cops aren't on patrol, then what's under them is coming off, too. Give me a cocktail or nine and some friendly company, and there's a good chance my pants will end up on the floor long before I do. But that's just the life-of-the-party side of me, and one of the few things about my life marriage has yet to change. Although I'm certain my bride is working on it.

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Once, when I was young and foolish, I almost spent the night in jail for dropping trou in public.

You be the judge.