The day after... and stuff

Well, it's the day after St Paddy's and you can bet your shamrocks quite a few people are feeling a wee bit green this morning. I’ve gone through my share of "Day After" mornings... One of the strangest remedies for a hangover I’ve ever heard of (and I am debating as to whether or not I actually want to attempt a scientific albeit non-statistically relevant study of) has to be drinking dill pickle juice. They say it has something to do with the salt and mineral content. Look, I live in Canada... if all that was needed to get over a hangover was a bit of salt, I could just lick the street in winter... It’s just about as appealing. And of course, you know this got me wondering... Does the pickle juice have to come from the really crunchy kind? Isn’t one’s liver already pickled enough at that point? Who discovered this? Have any of you ever tried it? And I can just imagine what your breath must be like after... lovely! The alternative to pickle juice might be spending quite a bit of time with your face near cold ceramic, but it's better than this: I seriously don't know where to begin with this story... Seems a woman spent so much time sitting on her boyfriend's commode (2 years in fact), and her um... "cheeks" actually somehow "fused" to the seat... dudes, read the story here... People are strange... Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!