Totally true about the first rule of improv, but not on a freaking message board! On stage, yes. Joking around with your friends in conversation, yes. In a written medium where tone of voice can’t be detected? NO!
I have no sarcasm detecting ability, I admit, but I thought you were being serious.
Who needs a fake ID in Montreal anyway? Maybe if you’re under 13… 
But count me in with the non-drinkers.
dj, :rolleyes:
gullywumper, go away.
John487, go away, and stay away.
matt, let’s go get some Mountain Dew and show these stupid fucks how to have fun without puking on your own shoes and making yourself look, well, unhip. :rolleyes:
Esprix
Do people actually fake being drunk? If so, why?
Because they want an excuse to act stupid, lower their inhibitions, be jerks, or otherwise act differently than usual. Sometimes they have an image of how “cool” drunk people act, and want to imitate that. They’re usually to cowardly to cut loose without an excuse, but they don’t really want to be drunk.
God, I’m no denizen of hip or anything, but people who fake being drunk are straight up goobers. Some of the bars I frequent are really laidback, and this isn’t a problem. But when you go to one of those get-yer-freak-on dance clubs where the age to enter is 19, and you have a mix of ages, this happens a lot. It’s really, truly pathetic, and I don’t know why anyone bother.
I usually limit myself to one drink, since I’m almost always driving. I tend to meet my friends places, and I prefer to have the freedom to come and go as I please, so I’m the DD no matter what. One drink loosens me up enough to chill and dance and meet people, but more than that and I don’t enjoy myself because I’m worried about being able to drive.
There are times when I get completely shit-faced, and I always, always regret it in the morning. It’s just not worth it. One morning spent puking my guts out, wishing for a quick death, puking what was left of my guts out, writing a ten page final for American Lit in two hours, driving it to school, and then working for six hours was enough for me.
It was my twentieth birthday, no less. Lesson: if anyone ever buys you a shot called a Screaming Nazi, pour it down the drain. And don’t drink six of them, like I did, on top of four beers and other various shots (oddly enough, I can’t remember what I drank after all the Nazis.)
If Esprix and matt_mcl, will help me get the hang of partying , i will bring the Mountain Dew.
gully wumper and John487:
Don’t listen to Esprix. Stay here on this great board, you’re posts are a ton of fun. Esprix is just a whiny little homosexual who jumps at the chance to put people down. Especially people who are having fun. Gulley Wumper, you’re posts are 1000 times more entertaining than sneaker-boy’s ever dreamed of being. Keep the hip flowin’ in the face of posers, man. It’d be a real drag if we let this bitch get us down. Dig?
Esprix:
Roll your eyes all you like, then feel free to suck on the bounty of my left nut you punk-ass freak-humper.
DaLovin’ Dj
(who is lovin’ the pit these days)
I’m sorry, but what, exactly, does my homosexuality have to do with anything?
Cheap shots are so not hip.
Esprix
You tell me. It’s in your sig. And that part wasn’t the insult. The other parts were. Unless homosexual is a derogatory word for homosexual now.
DaLovin’ Dj
I am so enjoying you watching you dig yourself in deeper. You put on quite a show!
Esprix
Freak.
DaLovin’ Dj
I haven’t had a drink for about a year and a half, but before that I was on a decades long quest for liquid hipness. (Hipnessaucity?)
Screw both of your pansy-assed ideas of what constitute real drinks. ( No offence, Sprix.) I used to go at it with both hands.(I know what you’re thinking; go ahead.)
In my left hand, a rock glass with at least a double shot of whiskey; in my right, a bottle of beer to wash it with. Yes,even a Coor’s light, though that wouldn’t be my choice. It was just to cool my esophagus, although I always did like the taste of beer, especially the ones I stole from my father, when I was 11 or 12. No,
the point is to get the whiskey down smoothly. But twice I wound up doing that for breakfast, and twice I wound up in the hospital, my liver all in a tizzy.
So until they come up with a cure for liver lapse, I can’t drink. Unless I want to check out, that is.
But let’s suppose they come up with a cure tomorrow. Would I go back to the bottles?
You fuckin’ know it! Like Cylla said, I am terrifically thirsty.
I just wanted to make this known:
I decided about 300 of his posts ago that dalovindj was my new hero. I’d say “my new crush”, but I’m guessing he’s too old for me, so hero will do. :::overly dramatic sigh:::
So, wait a second, dalovindj. You seriously propose drinking a frozen margarita at any time. You drink Budweiser. You can’t handle tequila, bourbon or whiskey. You don’t know much about wine. And you honestly bvelieve you shouldn’t drink beer before liquor?
And then you have to unmitigated gall to call yourself a drinker? Oh my. Remind me to take you to a bar sometime and show you how it’s done. Poor boy.
Well, you know what they say, “it’s hip to be square…”
[lisa]That song is so lame…[/lisa]
Mmmmmmmm…Midori.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Zette
Necros:
Anytime. I like bars.
AndYrAStar:
Just doin’ my part. I got 25 years of hip love on the books if you were wondering. Thanks for the positive vibes.
ageless6:
You’re MY new hero: Hipnesaucity? That’s a keeper.
DaLovin’Dj
Nacho4Sara:
Those Screaming Nazi’s go down real smooth, don’t they? I do believe they are the evillest shots ever designed. Jaegermeister and Rumplemintz, chilled. Come to think of it, when I was introduced to them, I puked my brains out that night too. Must be a coincedence. 
Cheesesteak: who will drink anything as long as it ain’t Whisky (blech!)
Jarbaby, did I spell it right this time?
Even simply typing the name “screaming nazi” makes my stomach quake. Blech.
Esprix - for what it’s worth, I love ya sweetie. Since I don’t really care what’s hip or not hip (especially considering who’s deciding the newest definition), I won’t use such an adjective on you - but you have been and will remain one of my favorite posters here. You are the epitome of awesomeness, and don’t let anyone tell you different.
Ahh, Australian Chardonnay! The woman has excellent taste!