Savage wrote:I used to have the most wonderful desk, that several handsome Marines hauled upstairs for me. Then we got all fancy, and bought this wooden behemoth, that when I drop papers or things behind it, I cannot move. It, I mean. I move, sometimes quite frenetically, especially when I really, really need the notes that have gone down under. I have fond memories of waking up beneath my old desk. (Don't have any of falling asleep there, but, duh.) In fact, I slept through that entire blackout of a few years ago, blissfully unaware, underneath my Colonel's desk. I think the underpants gnomes came to visit me, at one point. And this, boys and girls, is what comes of drinking alone.
Sure, papers lost behind desks are a common problem when using a military-grade desk. It's best to use 2x4s or other blunt instruments (fire-poker?) to pry the desk away from the wall and then scrounge about for your papers.
Either way, have a fresh drink handy and some good tunes playing,
Love to break open a bottle when I get home from work, put on an old movie, browse these forums and relax. The soundtrack is all mine, and I don't have to listen to everyone else's conversations! Bar drinking certainly has its place, but after work I want peace and quiet..
This means that when we are drunk we are never alone. Instead we join and are joined by the drunks of all times and places by our entry into the state of inebriation.
Basically I'm cribbing this concept from Eucharistic theology, but I think it works nicely.
John Barleycorn wrote:I believe in the communion of drunks!
What does this mean?
This means that when we are drunk we are never alone. Instead we join and are joined by the drunks of all times and places by our entry into the state of inebriation.
Basically I'm cribbing this concept from Eucharistic theology, but I think it works nicely.
John Barleycorn wrote:I believe in the communion of drunks!
What does this mean?
This means that when we are drunk we are never alone. Instead we join and are joined by the drunks of all times and places by our entry into the state of inebriation.
Basically I'm cribbing this concept from Eucharistic theology, but I think it works nicely.
TESTIFY!!!
Also, being drunk alone ROCKS!
I've yet to meet the collection of friends that will tolerate me drinking until I pass out naked on the couch. This fact alone illustrates how important solitude can be in the life of a drunk. Other people aren't ready to tolerate the consequences of my booze calling.
prbobo wrote:I hate drinking by myself. Is anyone else imbibing tonight? Give me some company please.
Come on man, how could you be alone, we're all worshipping the bottle along with you.
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
I like to be alone in the crowded places.
Oh ho oh ho!
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
I'd say most of my drinking is done alone and I love it. Drinking alone at home has the quickest service.
"This lifestyle isn't for pussies." - Fabric
Riddeford: I'm craving indian food. WTF?
Fiyah: Fuck curry. We're doing shots and do them NOW
<@Veen> First one was just a standard hangover puke.
<@Veen> Second one was when I was at lunch with my ex and had some ham that was way too dry.
<@Veen> Third one was just a bit ago when I read that vagina story.
