The whole story about the goldschlager doesn't end there. After I had the absolutely brilliant idea of using my armpits to extinguish the flames and doing the drunken chicken dance on Andy's floor I vaguely realized that my fingers hurt. Well, Bieng the all knowing person for a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of beetlegeuse that I just am I asked Andy if I could put my hands in his fridge. Well I guess it was about 3 hours later when I awoke from my stupor to find my right hand fingers frozen in his ice cube trays. So earthlings, it might sound stupid to you but how many people do YOU know that have had 2nd degree burns and frostbite in the same night hmmm.........?
John Dietsche
johndietsche@yahoo.comp.s- I didn't know it was on fire...Andy had bad overhead lighting.