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International Drunkenness

Vodka seems to be part of the Russians. It's like order and structure for Prussians. Vodka opens the mind, but it makes one inclined to fall over and suffer concussions. How the Irish delight in their drink is straightforward and touching I think. Sean and Mary McGinnis raise their glasses of Guinness, and then gulp to oblivion's brink. I’ve been told that the Finns take to boozing. They love Kossu — a drink of their choosing. This tradition is old for in Finland it's cold, so their habit can merit excusing.

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