A Very Bloggy Day, Apparently

I've noticed that my blogging is either feast or famine--I can go for ten days with nothing to say, and then all of a sudden I've got a million ideas. But I couldn't let this one go by. This is just the...I mean....Who DOES something like....??

The news story which is currently rendering me completely speechless:

Is here. A brief summary, because links expire and I know people hate clicking: Some guy in Texas died of alcohol poisoning; his wife was charged with murder because it was suspected that she gave him an ENEMA with SHERRY, and the absorbed alcohol was what did him in. Testimony in the case included the following:

In a 2005 interview, Warner said her husband often drank alcohol, but that he had been addicted to enemas since he was a child. She said he often used alcohol in that manner to get drunk.

--from the above article

My reactions, after "eeeeewwww..."

1. I didn't know you could DO that, much less that it could kill you.

2. Who on earth DISCOVERED that possibility? I mean, I've heard the old joke about "who was the first person to look at a raw oyster and think 'mmm! I'm gonna try that!'" but THIS is...wow.

3. Who would make a HABIT of this? Again--I'm not the one to talk about habits, but there's a substantial difference between...(Okay, thinking about the main reaction to those to whom I've told my story, when they've found out about the bit with the needles, maybe not a SUBSTANTIAL difference. But a difference, nonetheless. I simply cannot fathom the concept of being "addicted" to enemas. That, to me, is something happening in the WRONG direction. That door is marked EXIT; it is not an entrance.)

4. I'm sure I mentioned this already, but: eeeeewwwww.