RECORD BAL???

[4 king guy]

Police said Tuesday 41-year-old Vidmantas Sungaila registered 7.27 grams per liter of alcohol in his blood repeatedly on different devices when he was pulled over for driving his truck down the center of a two-lane highway 60 miles from the capital, Vilnius on Saturday.

Medical experts say anything above 3.5 grams per liter of alcohol in the blood is lethal for most people.

"A person this intoxicated should be in an intensive care unit, not behind the wheel," said Tautvydas Zikaras, head of the dependence illness center in the country's second-largest city, Kaunas. Zikaras said he had never heard or read of someone being so drunk.

Sungaila, who was slapped with a 3,000 litas ($1,110) fine and the loss of his license for up to three years, told police he had been drinking the night before and tried to freshen up by downing a pint of beer for breakfast.

Lithuania has one of the worst road safety records in the European Union. Last year, 760 people died in traffic accidents in this country of 3.5 million residents. Most were alcohol-related.


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What's the highest BAL that you know or think you have ever had??

I'd figure 2.5 or so in my college days. Tequilla and Beer (NO DRIVING!)

but to be honest I have driven over the legal limit in my younger years... never got caught and never hurt anyone. Thank GOD and god!!

If you drink, Don't Drive!! If your BAL is > 2.0 - STOP DRINKING!!

I prefer to stay in the buzz range probably .5 to 1.2.

[BSmack]

There was one night where myself and my best friend polished off two 750 ml bottles of Southern Comfort in about 90 minutes.

That was about as close to death by booze as I want to get.

[Cicero]

4 King,


If your buzz range is .5 - 1.2 then you are a fucking cyborg cause usually if someone is .5, they are incoherent.

[Goober McTuber]

No, as a general rule, if someone is .5, they are probably dead.

[Dinsdale]

If your BAL is > 2.0 - STOP DRINKING!!

I prefer to stay in the buzz range probably .5 to 1.2.

Don't know if you know this or not, but here in these 50 States of America...we don't use grams per litre to measure BAC. We use a percentage...tell me you knew?

[JCT]

A man who drink like that gonna die!

[Goober McTuber]

If your BAL is > 2.0 - STOP DRINKING!!

I prefer to stay in the buzz range probably .5 to 1.2.

Don't know if you know this or not, but here in these 50 States of America...we don't use grams per litre to measure BAC. We use a percentage...tell me you knew?

Actually, it may be expressed as a percent, but we use milligrams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood to calculate the number.

[Smackie Chan]

If your BAL is > 2.0 - STOP DRINKING!!

I prefer to stay in the buzz range probably .5 to 1.2.

Don't know if you know this or not, but here in these 50 States of America...we don't use grams per litre to measure BAC. We use a percentage...tell me you knew?

Actually, it may be expressed as a percent, but we use milligrams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood to calculate the number.

In many countries, the BAC is measured and reported as grams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood (g/100 mL). Because the specific gravity of blood is very close to the specific gravity of water (its main component), the numerical values for BAC (%) and (g/100 mL) do not differ to any consequential degree.

[Goober McTuber]

I was about to edit the milligrams to grams, but I've seen it represented both ways on different websites. :?

[Luther]

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Vidmantas Sungaila aka TTB (Ten Tall Bourbons), doing the cossack dance just prior to being pulled over.

Rip City

[Headhunter]

Rack the old coot!

[Dinsdale]

Actually, it may be expressed as a percent, but we use milligrams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood to calculate the number.

Double-bullshit, or at least as far as a breathalizer goes, anyway.


A breathalizer neither measures grams of blood or millilitres of alcohol...


NOR does it "calculate" anything -- it "extrapolates"...which is why breathalizers will never be unbeatable in a courtroom. They don't actually "measure" anything to do with alcohol...they take an "educated guess" based upon the presence of substances not called "alcohol."

[Goober McTuber]

We were discussing Blood Alcohol Level, and my statement stands. But feel free to go off on tangent regarding breathalyzers.

[Luther]

Breathalyzers were the traffic division's bag, not mine. I hated to deal with drunks. Picture Dinsdale drunk, he's got a piss ring around his Sears work pants and he's beligerant. He's telling you how to do this, how to do that, to take the BA machine and shove it where the sun don't shine. You want to throttle the fucker but by Gawd, you are supposed to be one of Portland's Finest? hahahaha.

But I took the BA once. Years ago the traffic division shared space in the building they called, East Precinct. 4735 E. Burnside. When I was a trainee, you have to make stops at all the precincts. East, North, and Traffic. Now they have a Northeast and Southeast precinct.

My traffic precinct training coach was a goofy guy named Chris. I didn't know it at the time, but later found out that Chris was a switch hitter. Anyway, Chris and I with about a half dozen other off duty cops were drinking beers at the Hutch (47th/Glisan). We got off at 7AM and started partying. The paychecks came in at 11...and by noon we were back at the precinct firing up the BA machine. I had had my beers. How many, maybe 6 pounders, give or take one or two over the course of 5 hours. I'm 6-4 220 then. I blow into the machine until it buzzes. Ding: My rememberence is that I blew a .08. Point .10 was the legal limit for a DUI in this state at the time. It later went down to .08.

How in the fuck can someone blow a .32 or a .28 and still be conscious? I felt tipsy at .08, and probably wouldn't score great on some hand/eye coordination tests, but I didn't chance it and walked over to Glisan street and had some lunch.

I remember when "Floyd the flare guy" got drunk and rear ended some guy on the Banfield. Middle of the day...and here is Floyd with a flare in each hand, directing approaching traffic like one of those Navy guys on the Carriers. He'd kneel down and wave his arms to go left or right. His accident was in the center lane of a 3 lane freeway. I pull up and it looks like the opening scenes of the movie, Top Gun. He stands straight up and salutes me with the road flare. I didn't want to, but the other lady in the car claimed she had whiplash and the ambulance carted her off. The traffic officer carted off old Floyd. I saw the traffic guy later and he told me that Floyd had blown a .24 which is 3 times the legal accepted limit. Floyd was now known as "Floyd the fucked flare guy."

Take a cab, man. Me? I drink at home.

Rip City

[Dinsdale]

Picture Dinsdale drunk

Gee, I'm not sure my imagination is that vivid.

You want to throttle the fucker

Last cop who tried that, got knocked THE FUCK OUT. That's been over 15 years ago. We won't get into what happened to me next...RACK the paramedics for putting an end to the silly violence (which I didn't start, and got in no trouble whatsoever for putting that dickweed flat on his fucking back. I was laying on my back at the time, too...VERY solid shot to his chin. I did get into some serious trouble for the DUI/vehicular assault, however...last thing I remember ever being arrested for).

East Precinct. 4735 E. Burnside.

Ohhh, dude -- if you only knew how far airborne I've been in a vehicle off that SWEET JUMP, you'd be shocked....not as cool as the ultra-jump on Stark(?) a couple of blocks over, but still a sweet jump. Putting a SWEET JUMP in front of the copshop is classic.

but later found out that Chris was a switch hitter.

In the Portland Police? :hugefreakingshocker/rolleyes:

How in the fuck can someone blow a .32 or a .28 and still be conscious?

Practice, practice, practice, my brother. Takes years of dedication and hard work.

I felt tipsy at .08, and probably wouldn't score great on some hand/eye coordination tests

Field Sobriety Tests suckm




Ripped City

[Derron]

He stands straight up and salutes me with the road flare.

When I was in the fire department and would be directing traffic at night around an accident, I used to hold one of the 30 minute flares in my hand. Not exactly proper procedure anymore, but we were young and dumb.

So I am standing at an accident scene at about 3 am one morning. Bad time to be out there. There's this Ford pickup coming at me and I wave my flashlight in his eyes, and dude shows no sign of stopping. He is going about 20 mph and gets close to me and I take the flare and launch it straight at the center of his windshield. Flare just explodes and white phos is burning every where on the hood, and window.

Dude jams it in park, making that cool grinding noise when you do that, opens the door, mother fuckering me, gonna kick my ass yada yada and promptly falls flat on his ass.

The deputy behind me making measurments shakes his head, goes over and cuffs dude and lets him lay there until he's finished. Dude now had 2 deuces to work.

I just laughted at dude and admired that new white phos burn pattern in his paint job. Dude blew a .20, got a DUI and attemped assault on an EMS worker. Ha ha ha....

[Rack Fu]

Actually, it may be expressed as a percent, but we use milligrams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood to calculate the number.

Double-bullshit, or at least as far as a breathalizer goes, anyway.


A breathalizer neither measures grams of blood or millilitres of alcohol...


NOR does it "calculate" anything -- it "extrapolates"...which is why breathalizers will never be unbeatable in a courtroom. They don't actually "measure" anything to do with alcohol...they take an "educated guess" based upon the presence of substances not called "alcohol."

Are you sure about that? Seems to me that breathalyzers measure the amount of ethanol in a known quantity of breath, which correlates to the amount in the bloodstream.

http://science.howstuffworks.com/breath ... /printable

Dinsdale knows more than that website... and the entire internet in general.

[TenTallBen]

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Vidmantas Sungaila aka TTB (Ten Tall Bourbons), doing the cossack dance just prior to being pulled over.

Rip City

Nine replies before a mention of me? You guys are slipping!

I blew a .249 at the police station after a trip to the hospital for x-rays and the like. I don't remember too many details other than the fact that it sucked all hell being in jail with a mega hangover.

My good friend died two weeks later in the same type of one car accident and they gauged him right at .20 - Worst month of my life. Don't do it kids. It's not worth it. Sleep on the sidewalk if you have to.

[TenTallBen]

No one needs to sleep on the sidewalk, TTB. You guys just need to have the nuts to lean in hard on one of the uglies. Yes, they smell and will probably hang around for a couple of weeks. But you rarely read about fat chicks getting smushed on trees.

Bang the beast and sleep it off lest ye may die.

Actually, I probably would have made it home fine if I hadn't tried to find my on-off girlfriend twenty miles out of town that night. I could have made it home easy, well maybe not easy. I'm actually glad it happened because I'll never do it again and my life has done nothing but improve ten fold since then. I wouldn't have met my wonderful wife if I was still with the devil woman...err...ex.

The sad fact is that my buddy didn't take heed from my misfortune. He died after a long day working the grill at the local Outback Steakhouse on Fathers Day only to get trashed and flip his Forerunner five or six times after passing out at the wheel.


On the bright side...not really

I stopped at a truck stop casino on the way to find the ex and won about $75 bucks on the Video Poker machines before I went and fucked up my life. It was actually funny because when I was getting out of jail they handed me this wad of cash and I had no memory of how I got it...until I remembered later on...

For the record..

Don't drink beer all day long watching the College World Series with friends and then go to a bar and start slamming Stoli and OJ then hit the road looking for some ass. I probably was out about $8,000 after all was said and done. Like I said, it ain't worth it.

[Luther]

You just won't see a wytched pic of TTB again, that involves any type of DUI scenario.

I hope I don't forget...I respect recoveries.

Rack you, and maybe I'll just shut-up.

Rip City

[Luther]

Tardd, ...Jebus...

You really need to check yourself. Somewhere and now. Really...

I wish you well, dude.

Luth

Rip City

[TenTallBen]

You just won't see a wytched pic of TTB again, that involves any type of DUI scenario.

I hope I don't forget...I respect recoveries.

Rack you, and maybe I'll just shut-up.

Rip City

Don't sweat it bro. I had it coming. I consider it my penance posting here about it. I still drink my ass off on occasion but do it at home where I can only endanger my furniture.

Oh and don't worry, Headhunter will probably keep them coming...

[Luther]

Rack the Veterans.

I was so drunk that my buddy dropped me off, and I crawled like a fucking drunken shithead toward my front door.

I remember barfing on my carpet next to the wood stove, and my two dogs crapping nearby because I was toasted. I awoke to dog poop fumes as my pasty fucking face was in the berber.

The soon to be wife questioned me like a homicide suspect, and I plead to all offenses. It wasn't pretty. I remember trying to explain why I thought it was a good deal to use the sinks food chopperupper, as I can't remember it now. It barfed, and then I barfed.

All I remember is the fucking 2 two dogs...somehow I felt their coldness and let them in. They liked me and laid down by me. Basically, they were were shitty fucking mutts. They shit by my head. Not on my head, but within a foot or so. If I wasn't so drunk, I would have mashed their little bitty faces in the shit. I hustled up, and embarrassingly staggered toward the kitchen sink nearby, and hurled my guts into the sink chopper system.

My wife came out later and said I was a piece of shit.

Nothing like trying to argue your case when you have fresh vomit on your cheap fucking T-shirt. Yeah, I know. Some of you have argued your case, and some of you have lost and ended up in some fucking metal fabrication joint in Vermont or New Hampshire.

Like a Marine, I adapted.

Rip City

[4 king guy]

4 King,


If your buzz range is .5 - 1.2 then you are a fucking cyborg cause usually if someone is .5, they are incoherent.

Dude, I appreciate your response but I was following the article's measure of BAL. (grams per liter). It is true that in the U.S., the standard to measure BAL is in milligrams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood.

Decimals can be very interesting when you mix them up in the metric system. It's even more crazy when you are drunk and try to mix them in the decimal system.

Click the Link below.
It is sometimes slow... Just give it a minute and it will go!

[SunCoastSooner]

I don't know what my BAC was but the drunkest occasion I can think of was my 22nd birthday where everybody and their brother was buying me drinks and shots. My future wife and I had split up for a while shortly before this time and she went back to San Antonio to sort some things out; she had just come back to town and we had just started dating again but that is all that it was at the time (I think we had only been on one date again so far). I tried to get her to come out but she didn't feel comfortable around my friends again yet as she was well aware of the feeling of unwelcomness presented by them since she came back. Anyways, my friends and I started out at McGuiwer's (sp?) and had a small meal with the beer sampler (they brew their own beer). Which was followed by a stop at AJ's where we tossed a few drinks back but there was some shitty ass band playing that night and we decided to cross 98 and head to Nighttown. By this time I was already feeling the alchohol. When we got to Nighttown we got in for free as we always did because at the time there wasn't a bouncer in town that didn't know us from the local barworkers late night watering hole, Timbers. First thing we did was make a Bee line for one of the alchohol huts in the center of the hip hop club to the right and rear. We snatched a pirch right there by the hut inbetween it and the dance floor. I had a cavalcade of various shots (mixxing clear and dark baddddddddd) sitting in front of me from various friends and a couple extra from the bartender, well because as usual we knew her. Now I am about half way through the shots and this blonde blur just flops her titties on my head as I lean over the bar seperating my stool from the dance floor, and says "happy birthday good lookin'." Low and behold it was my future wife's friend (Heather) from where she used to work. They both worked in a restaurant when I met them as it was open late night and my friends and I used it on many an occasion to try and sober up before the journey back to the pads. At first I just hit on them both but the friend had some baggage, a child, and a baby's daddy that I knew socialy (small town) so I focussed on the woman that would one day become my wife.

At any rate Heather and her group of young vivacious women spend the rest of the evenning hanging on us. Some from each group knew each other and it sort of helped out the pairings. Now my group was larger than hers by about double so some of my friends are still out on the prowl and using the drunken birthday boy as a prop. My wife's friend had been "protecting" me from the mobs of wild young women I attract ;) . I am not paying attention to much else other than the continual line of drinks and shots appearing magicly infront of my grill but at some point I was intoxicated enough for Heather to convince me to dance (I must have been REALLY intoxicated because I DON'T DANCE!!!). I thought it was just me being 3 sheets to the wind but it seemed as though her hands were going just about everywhere. I made it through maybe 3 songs before my legs felt like spaghetti and I had to regain my perch. Everything at the Bar afterwards was pretty much a large blur but somehow I was returned my condo on the island and I looked like someone had been pumping alchohol in me with an IV. I still have pictures to prove that I had the biggest look of drunken "Duh" on my face ever made. Two of my friends had come down from another community about an hours drive awan and intended on crashing at my place so we made our way, or more properly they made my way for me up the stairs and inside where I immediatly plopped on the couch and demanded a chicken pot pie, in jest. My home boy snatched out my left overs from dinner and tossed them into the microwave and basically forced me to eat 'em.

I'm halfway through what is left of my Shepherd's Pie when a knock comes to my door. Lo and behold it is none other than Heather and one of her friends. All I have my mind on is not throwing up if I eat this whole damn tasty peicing together of steak, mashed potatos, cheese. Heather's friend announces that the rest of the women grew tired of Nighttown and were now raising hell at the "Faux Pas" looking to get laid. The Faux Pas was about 45 seconds from my front door at the time (ahhh the view from my balcony on weekends during spring break :twisted: ) and in less than 2 minutes I went from two car loads of drunken idiots arguing about where they were crashing and who was driving to being a drubkerd birthday boy by my lonesome... almost. My patner in crime Tiny saying "later fool and have a good time" is the last thing I remember about that evenning.

The next morning I woke up with nothing but a pillow from my couch and a blanket draped over me in my boxers. Through my fuzzy vision all I could make out was a half hazardly piled bunch of my clothes and Heather reaching in my fridge in nothing but one of my T shirts and panties. Heather looked over at me and the only words out of her mouth were "well look who is finally awake this afternoon." and the bath room door opens. None other than my future wife is standing there in a swim suite. "Damn I was about to go use your pool since you didn't seem to be ever awakening. You want to inform as to what occured last night?" I thought for sure I was about to be castrated or worse. The only thing I could think to say was the truth. "I don't remeber, Heather came over on her own, I was drunk, really drunk, I don't remember." I think I repeated myself a couple dozen more times but you get the jest. Heather then relays the entire ordeal. My Old lady had told her when she left that I was fair game and unbeknownst to me Heather had had a thing for me since before I was dating my wife. I had been hanging out with Heather occasionaly since and wondered why she never had shown any interest (good lord knows I would have dropped my wick in her candle) but she didn't want to be that rebound girl that I just screw. When my future wife came back they discussed it and she agreed to let Heather take a shot at me . She even told her our plans for the evenning. Heather and her friends even tried to catch us at McGuiwres' (or however you spell that Irish shit). Heather had talked to her a number of times that evenning on the cell and was informing her as to how it was going; she even was the one who convinced Heather to come over to my place after we left. Heather said all that I did was drool on her chest and talk about my Old Lady. I asked her to put some damn clothes on in that case' I still remember the coy smile she gave when she told me that I had seen her in a lot less than that last night (I don't remember ).

I still came out the winner though even though I didn't get laid that night; Heather left to get her daughter and go home and my wife spent the next 30 some odd hours screwing me into a comma.

[Goober McTuber]

my wife spent the next 30 some odd hours screwing me into a comma

If she was having her period, did she avail you of her colon?

[Terry in Crapchester]

Highest BAC reading I ever saw from a client was a .39. He pled.

I realize that the BAC reading was so high that it might very well have been unreliable, but his statements to police prolly would have killed him in a trial.

Btw, said client was dead within five years of that case. I don't know for sure, but I suspect alcohol played a role.

[Jack]

I used to work as an orderly in an Emergency Room on Night Shift.

We saw some serious repeat offenders.

We used to have bets as to the BALs of the highhest flyers.

Winner got a coffee. (The Coffee was free to everyone else....)

I remember a guy came in one time. The guy looked like Black Jack Mulligan for all of you who remember 70s wrestling. He had the cowboy boots, hat, ridiculous moustache, was probably 6' 6'" - 250# and build like a brick shithouse.

He came in to the ER- drunk but able to state his name and walk fairly decent. His complaint was hiccups. His BAL was a .54 (using the scale where .08 is legally drunk in most states.

Dude had hiccups for hours. The Docs didn't want to give him anything because his BAL was so high. Finally, an old doc that knew this guy came in and ordered Thorazine. Enough to make most all of us sleep for days. He slept for 2 hours and was bright and didn't appear drunk in the least when he woke up. His BAL had fallen to .30. His hiccups disappeared when he went to sleep.

He was kept in the hospital until his BAL got under the legal limit (Later that day). He was offered Substance Abuse Hospitalization...

He refused!!

Never heard from him again.

[Dinsdale]

Dinsdale knows more than that website... and the entire internet in general.

No...but I'm guessing the guy that Intoxilyzer sends out to testify as to the accuracy/function of the equipment does --

The trial court also heard from Phil Lively, a high ranking representative of CMI, Inc., the manufacturer of the Intoxilyzer 5000. Although he attempted to impeach Dr. Krawczyn's testimony that there were three key variables in breath testing by testifying that there are four "criteria", he quickly contradicted himself by stating there were only three. During direct examination he agreed with Dr. Krawczyn that "The longer you blow, the higher you go." However, he then claimed that, "You're not going to blow higher than you are."
That is an interesting claim. If he was referring to blood alcohol concentration, which would in all likelihood be the "common sense" interpretation of his statement, he
9. compromised his position later when he conceded that the Intoxilyzer does not measure blood alcohol concentration. It measures only breath alcohol concentration. He also conceded that if a person's blood/breath partition coefficient is lower than 2100:1, the Intoxilyzer 5000 may very well report a breath alcohol concentration higher than the actual blood alcohol concentration.

But seriously...are you people fucking retarded?

No, seriously...

Think about it, you fucking morons...do you seriously think I just made that up out of thin air, or do you think maybe I stated that because I actually fucking knew it was true?


In case you're really that fucking dumb, what Dr. Krawczyn is saying, IS THAT THE INTOXILYZER EXTRAPOLATES BAC....exactly like I said it did.


The anti-Dinsdale sentiment is growing funnier all the time...


And if my memory recalls correctly (always unlikely), there's three different ways of measuring alcohol in breath. I don't believe any of them actually measure alcohol, they're using photoelectrics, which are essentially guessing which molecules are alcohol.

Hate on Dinsdale all you like, but it doesn't change how alcohol breath machines work.

And just think -- if you tards had an open mind, instead of spending all of your time hating on me, you too might be capable of a little memory retention.

[BSmack]

And on the subject of BAL's, from what I remember the DUI professors saying at the mandatory attendence at the University of ID, a reading of above .35 is more easily attained by an older drunk whose liver doesn't break alcohol down as fast as a healthy 25 year old.

On that subject, I have noticed that since I started exercising and not eating junk food, that the times I do go out and tie one on don't seem to affect me nearly as bad as they used to. Rack clean living.

[Dinsdale]

If you can explain how it is that devices specifically designed to analyze for the presence of ethanol in breath don't actually "measure" anything to do with alcohol

UYou know what....I certainly could...but you're not worth the effort.

If you really care, do your own fucking research into how the photoelectrics work, and why they are inherently inaccurate...

And you claim to be a lawyer, for fuck's sake? I'm guessing you've never handled a traffic case in your entire career.



Here, I'll give you a head start -- eating a piece of bread and drinking alcohol are indistinguishable to certain breath analyzers...


There you go...you're on your way to learning something.

[Dinsdale]

Oh...I will admit my mistake, one which you apparently want to hang your hat on --

I used tyhe term "breatalyzer" as a generic term, and it's actually a brand name for a particular device, although the terminology is going the way of band-aid, linoleum, and whatnot.

Sorry for the confusion.

[Goober McTuber]

A major problem with some machines is that they not only identify the ethyl alcohol (or ethanol) found in alcohol beverages, but also other substances similar in molecular structure. Those machines identify any compound containing the methyl group structure. Over one hundred compounds can be found in the human breath at any one time and 70 to 80 percent of them contain methyl group structure and will be incorrectly detected as ethyl alcohol. Importantly, the more different ethyl group substances the machine detects, the higher the false BAC estimate will be.



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The "Breathalyzer" brand breath-testing device operates by using photocells to analyze the colour change of an oxidation-reduction reaction. A breath sample is bubbled through an aqueous solution of sulfuric acid, potassium dichromate, and silver nitrate. The silver nitrate acts as a catalyst, allowing the alcohol to be oxidized at an appreciable rate. The requisite acidic condition needed for the reaction might also be provided by the sulfuric acid. In solution, ethanol reacts with the potassium dichromate, reducing the dichromate ion to the chromium (III) ion. This reduction results in a change of the solution's colour from red-orange to green. The reacted solution is compared to a vial of nonreacted solution by a photocell, which creates an electric current proportional to the degree of the colour change; this current moves the needle that indicates BAC.

Like other methods, the "Breathalyzer" chemical analysis is somewhat prone to false readings; compounds which have compositions similar to ethanol could also act as reducing agents, creating the necessary colour change to indicate increased BAC.

BTW, Dinsdale, I was not hating on Dinsdale. I was only trying to point out that you suddenly shifted the discussion from Blood Alcohol Level to Breath Alcohol Level, and aimed some mis-guided “double bullshit” smack in my general direction.

[Derron]

that the times I do go out and tie one on don't seem to affect me nearly as bad as they used to. Rack clean living.

Contradictatory statement much ??