ThirstyDrunk wrote:and what the hell is wrong with appalachia?
Seconded. I spent the best week of my life in northwest Arkansas.
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When Cheffie and Naked and Drunk gang up on your voicemail, you may as well throw away that phone, as it's taken Voicemail from the Gods, and is no longer interested in your mere mortal calls.
Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become obvious yourself - Bukowski
I have this beautiful drunken text saved in my phone from a friend of mine:
"So the old chick went to bed. The one that wanted me to come over, well...that one's a tranny. Yeah, you read that right. No, I did not go over there."
"You know, you remind me of a poem I can't remember, and a song that may never have existed, and a place I'm not sure I've ever been to." - A.J.S.
The last thing that anyone should ever do is feel ashamed of blacking out. You were trying to get drunk last night and, goddamnit, mission accomplished.
When I drunk dialed my girlfriend from the drunk tank to the waiting room of the Baker County Sherriff's jailhouse I pleaded to her "You have got to get me out of here. This is back water bullshit and besides I need more booooze!" At this point the guard laughed and I knew I would deal with the DUII at a later date thinking only of the bourbon in our motel room. Little did I know the joke was on me as I would be spending the night in a cell wearing a Hamburglar suit and lying on a duct taped mattress. After I let out the call for booooze my now ex called me a train wreck and asked if she should call my mother to obtain the bail money. At that point I hung up the phone on my one drunk dial of that night.
"There is nothing like beer to undrunk one up", Geoffry Firman, Under the Volcano.
