Ever been reading the SDMB whilst drinking/drunk and stopped yourself from posting because you are drinking, for fear of your post being dismissed as ‘just another idiot posting whilst drunk’?
Well this is the thread for you. Post whatever the hell you want, just as long as you are Inebriated.
It took half a bottle of scotch to get me her. I waited until i had my piss on good and stron to post to your awesome thread, Lobsang. Touble is, now i dont hone? i mean know what the hell to say. maybe ill juyst keep typing into infinity and wake up with an imprint of the qwerty keyboard on my forehad. by the way…inebriated is a crappy way to describe thestate of alcoholic bliss and stupor i now reside in. id call it tanked, gassed, smashed, fucked-up…never inebriated. thats like saying “tu es ivre…” in french. everyone laughs at you. im sure after i post this my credibility will be shot to shit, but screw it. sweet liquor eases the pain, right? shit i need a smoke. im really not a demanding angry drunk. i swear. or affirm. because like franklin pierce, i cannot swear. 1:46 in the morning, no? rght on. this smoke is good. have a good evening, everyone, and dont forget to make sure you wear clean underwear on the journey of life. cause if you get run over by a bread truck, what will they think at the hospital?
on a side note, why the hell do i always post after danceswithcats? By the way, danceswithcats, it was dreadfully wrong of me to call you gloating in my thread I hate the Iowa State Police. It will be a miracle if i didnt screw that up…anyway. im sorry i said that. You are good people.
One day the wife got after me about drinking (one day??). I had eighteen 1L bottles of Beer in my garage and was told by my wife to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else… I said I would and proceeded with the unpleasant task. I popped the first cap from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then popped the cap from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then popped the cap from the third bottle and poured the beer down the sink, which I drank. I popped the cap from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank. I popped the bottle from the cap of the next and drank one sink of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I popped the sink out of the next glass and poured the cap down the bottle.
Then I capped the sink with the glass, bottled the drink, and drank the pour. When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, caps, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by, I counted them again, and finally had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank. I’m not under the affluence of incolhol as some tinkle peep I am. I’m not half as thunk as you might drink. I foos so feelish I don’t know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.