Gulp… the finale.

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Yes dear readers, our time exploring the digestive track is coming to a close and I only have a few more pearls of wisdom to share.

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Far be it for me to judge how you prefer your intoxicants to be delivered, but if it’s alright with you I’ll consume my Appletini the traditional way… precariously perched on a bar stool.

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Not being Catholic I was unaware rectal consumption was a topic that kept the Pope up at night, but I’m happy to pass along a helpful cheating technique to get you through the hunger pangs of Lent all the same.

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I’m going to leave you with that titillating teaser about the King’s actual cause of death in hopes it will have you running to your nearest library and requesting a copy of this highly educational and entertaining book.

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Thank you. Thank you very much…

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13 thoughts on “Gulp… the finale.”

  1. Well, I knew about this because apparently socialites in the 20s and 30s did the rectal drinking to stay “respectable.” And it also makes you drunk faster…eewww. I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy to have my margaritas the traditional way.

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  2. Hmmmm. Your book pages would not load on my tablets today for some reason. All I got was your text about the digestive tract. But from the comments above, I don’t think I really want to read them. A few girlsI knew a long time ago heard about rectal drinking, and tried it. They didn’t feel so good a few hours later. But they had nothing to barf up. There was just no R-E-L-I-E-F!

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  3. Ya gotta love the old days. Bending over butt naked shows they didn’t have shame about their bodies or its functions. Like those Roman toilets where multiple people sat and did their business. We wouldn’t combine poop n dinner menu conversation today but they may have back then.

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