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Members RA1 Posted March 22, 2013 Members Share Posted March 22, 2013 What happened to the navel? It is handy and everyone has one so, no waiting to find it (more or less). Best regards, RA1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AdamSmith Posted March 22, 2013 Author Share Posted March 22, 2013 If your navel does what that picture does, one has to wonder how many martinis went into your gestation. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members RA1 Posted March 22, 2013 Members Share Posted March 22, 2013 Apparently you do not recall what "stoned" folks did in my era which was partially and somewhat as I described. I HATE to be so old. Best regards, RA1 I am not a fan of martinis but definitely am in tune with Canadian whiskey. No olive required. AdamSmith 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AdamSmith Posted March 22, 2013 Author Share Posted March 22, 2013 I recall my grandmother (b. 1902) used the term "get high" to mean get drunk. She was describing the one time of year when it was permissible publicly (for men, not women, natch) to get a buzz on in the country crossroads where she grew up: when the apple juice being made into vinegar was going through its cider phase. Of course the menfolk could procure white lightning any time, but it had to be consumed in secrecy from the family, which was not always to hand. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
