I once witnessed a friend drink 53 beers* (and half a bottle of champaign I believe) on Easter Sunday at The Shop, so I have a great appreciation for public displays of heroic drunkeness. That is why I was really surprised that I had never heard these stories about a childhood hero of mine, Andre The Giant.
Wow, seriously wow.
*see comments, my memory sucks.
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Old age is robbing me of my memories. Of course liver disease will probably kill us before we get alzheimer's takes hold.
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