
In Louisiana, an old Zombie assured me the that the best Voodoo cure was to stick thirteen black pins into the cork of the last bottle you drained. Spent a couple of days looking for the cork. Headache disappeared - hey, it works!...
Not to be repeated was hanging out in a Mongolian Yurt being offered pickled sheep’s eyes in tomato sauce...
The old Aussie pizza made of cheeseburger, fries and Vegemite can put some bottom back into the belly...
One I am circling - although after the last glass or six of Jason’s Mountain Dew, it looked very appealing - was the old Roman cure of a nibble or two on a deep fried canary...
Don't kiss the dog on way to bed.