Foley shot with a .2333 BAC.....damn!!!!

Or drunker than Billy Carter.

(What a great slogan)

 

Personally, I would refer to a .2333 as "Yeltsin drunk."

But I defer to the experts. And post here, not for the first time nor for the last, for those too young or too drunk to remember it whole, the authoritative list.

Dan Jenkins' Ten Stages of Drunkenness

1. Witty and Charming
2. Rich and Powerful
3. Benevolent
4. Clairvoyant
5. Fuck Dinner
6. Patriotic
7. Crank up the Enola Gay
8. Witty and Charming, Part II
9. Invisible
10. Bulletproof

 

A few years back, one of my buds had his stomach pumped.

 

While I think Foley was targeted for revenge by the men in Blue, be glad he was caught at all.

Cause this, too, can happen when a guy is driving w/a BAC three times the legal limit: Two people, including a 7-year-oild girl, killed in a limo coming back from a wedding when a jackass is driving the wrong way on a highway.

http://www.newsday.com/news/printedition/longisland/ny-lilimo124888262sep12,0,3227537.story?coll=ny-linews-print

"Her hair was over her face, and I went to pick her up," Flynn said, speaking without emotion. "But then I realized it was just her head. I put my hand under her neck ... and I stated to the car that Kate was dead. It was more as a statement than as a scream."

 

.233 for a guy that size was probably at least 18-20 beers, or the equivalent of the hard stuff. In addiion to being a big guy, he likely has a pretty high tolerance. As smeone pointed out previously, casual drinkers can't stay conscious to get their BAC up to .233.

 

I'd like to meet the ones that don't.

 

Evidently, he was at No. 10.

Which I think officially qualifies as keeping it krunk.

 

If he really was at No. 10, he would still be playing.

 

In college, my best friend was home for Christmas and hanging out with some of his old high school buddies. Long story short, he got stinking drunk. The car he was riding in stopped at a red light and he got out and decided just to run, kind of like Pootie Tang. Just run, run, run.

He woke up the next morning in a detox center and couldn't find his shoes. He had no recollection of getting there. They told him he blew a .37.

We have forever called him Detox.

Which was better than his first nickname -- Toga -- which had something to do with his taste for a large woman in a toga at a party freshman year.

Good times.

 

Doesn't happen much anymore, especially with drunks. Nobody in the ER likes the smell of beer coming back to see the light of day.

 

What do you typically do for someone's suffered acute alcohol poisoning?

 

The treatment for significant alcohol intoxication is time. If the patient starts vomiting and has problems protecting their airway (vomit is not good for the inside of your lungs), then they get paralysed, intubated and put on a ventilator until the liver does its job. Doesn't happen too often, but often enough.

That's why when caring for a friend who has had too much to drink, you should rest them on their side, so the vomit drools out of their mouth. If they are on their back and vomit, their next brreath drags it into their lungs.