My ex-wife used to ocassionally imbide "Comfort" , the 100 proof variety. It was scary, she could drink anything else and always the perfect lady.

Dump in Southern Comfort and she'd turn into a monster from a go**amn medical encyclopedia.

Great fun, drop kicking my friends in the crotch, all kinds of despicable behavior.

After we got divorced, I and a friend would go looking around local bars looking for her and her new beau. We would start sending over Southern Comfort drinks to her. It usually didn't take long and she would have him out in the parking lot mopping up the pavement with him.

She is 5'11 and weighs about 120 but I guess the Southern Comfort kicked in nasty brain chemicals and Adrenaline...

Guess, maybe you had to be there...

Happy Holidays,

Mark