A short story...
When I was in the service my buddies and I went to check on a guy who was out drinking with us the night before. When we got to his room he was layed out on the floor next to the fridge. He was alive and all but we asked why he was on the floor...he said he was dying of thirst and all he had was pickle juice, he drank it, said he felt like shit. I don't know if it was from the bach beer or the pickle juice but I will pass...