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<blockquote data-quote="nikonpup" data-source="post: 834968" data-attributes="member: 9922">**&quot;High-Octane Hangover&quot;**Bud and Jim were two drinking buddies who worked as airplane mechanics at the Atlanta airport. One foggy afternoon, the airport was completely shut down, leaving them stuck in the hangar with nothing to do.Bud let out a long sigh.**&quot;Man, I wish we had something to drink.&quot;**Jim scratched his head and said,**&quot;You know, I heard somewhere that you can drink jet fuel and get a pretty good buzz.&quot;**Bud raised an eyebrow.**&quot;Seriously? Well… we don’t have anything better to do.&quot;**So, they grabbed a couple of glasses, poured themselves some high-octane jet fuel, toasted to boredom, and got completely hammered.The next morning, Bud woke up feeling shockingly great—no headache, no hangover, not even the usual regrets. Just as he was marveling at this miracle, his phone rang. It was Jim.**&quot;Hey man, how do you feel?&quot;** Jim asked.**&quot;I feel fantastic! No hangover, nothing! How about you?&quot;** Bud replied.**&quot;Same here! That jet fuel is magic. We should do this more often!&quot;****&quot;Absolutely,&quot;** Bud agreed. **&quot;It’s like the perfect drink.&quot;**There was a brief pause on the line.**&quot;Hey Bud,&quot;** Jim said hesitantly, **&quot;just one thing…&quot;****&quot;What’s that?&quot;** Bud asked.**&quot;Have you farted yet?&quot;**Bud thought for a second.**&quot;No… why?&quot;**Jim’s voice dropped to a panic-stricken whisper.**&quot;DON’T. I’m in PHOENIX!&quot;**</blockquote>

[QUOTE="nikonpup, post: 834968, member: 9922"] **"High-Octane Hangover"** Bud and Jim were two drinking buddies who worked as airplane mechanics at the Atlanta airport. One foggy afternoon, the airport was completely shut down, leaving them stuck in the hangar with nothing to do. Bud let out a long sigh. **"Man, I wish we had something to drink."** Jim scratched his head and said, **"You know, I heard somewhere that you can drink jet fuel and get a pretty good buzz."** Bud raised an eyebrow. **"Seriously? Well… we don’t have anything better to do."** So, they grabbed a couple of glasses, poured themselves some high-octane jet fuel, toasted to boredom, and got completely hammered. The next morning, Bud woke up feeling shockingly great—no headache, no hangover, not even the usual regrets. Just as he was marveling at this miracle, his phone rang. It was Jim. **"Hey man, how do you feel?"** Jim asked. **"I feel fantastic! No hangover, nothing! How about you?"** Bud replied. **"Same here! That jet fuel is magic. We should do this more often!"** **"Absolutely,"** Bud agreed. **"It’s like the perfect drink."** There was a brief pause on the line. **"Hey Bud,"** Jim said hesitantly, **"just one thing…"** **"What’s that?"** Bud asked. **"Have you farted yet?"** Bud thought for a second. **"No… why?"** Jim’s voice dropped to a panic-stricken whisper. **"DON’T. I’m in PHOENIX!"** [/QUOTE]

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