I remember Trimmer walking up to me about Midnite (4 computer stations away) swaying and rocking as he walked, taps me on the shoulder and says...
Hey Ripshort, you mowing (burp) them down? I'm not doing very good...
When I looked up, one of his eyes was focused on my monitor, and the other at me...at that point I thought to myself "Houston, we have a problem..." LOL!