Your day in a nutshell. Share please.

[Dear Booze]

I am too hungover to know what the fuck this means:

...So far there have been five weeks of either 50 plus hours a week flip flopped with 60 plus hours per week. One wee 50 or so next week 60 or so with the 60 hour weeks being 3 of the 5..

Yesterday, you were just good ol' Bubblez, today you are like my 6th grade math teacher...

Mr. Bradford: "In order to paint a certain wall pink, a painter uses a gallon of white paint mixed with three drops of red paint. How much white and red paint would he use to paint a wall three times that size?"

Me: "What is the material of the wall?"

Mr. Bradford: "It's a wall."

Me: "Yes, I heard you the first time. What is the wall made out of? Is is brick? Wood?"

Mr. Bradford: "Let's just say that it's a wooden barn."

Me: "Has it been painted with primer already?

Mr. Bradford: "Let's just say, for the sake of this conversation, yes."

Me: "It sounds like you are making this up as you go along"

Mr. Bradford: "What difference does any of this make?"

Me: "Obviously, you have never painted anything."

Mr. Bradford: ...

Me: "Why would anyone want to paint a barn pink?"

[Lush City]

We are talking drunkard paradise and I'm wrapping it up right now. Too drunk to relate. Maybe next time...

[Badfellow]

Saturday in a nutshell: one of my friends and a regular at the local dive, Mr. Mark West, passed away last week. Yesterday there was a potluck memorial in his honor as well as plenty of day-drinking well into the evening. Amongst the delicacies were a Crave Crate of 100 White Castle sliders and a bowl of pasta salad made with cubensis mushrooms. Wowzers.

If heaven does exist, he was smiling down from it and laughing at us goofy eyed sumbitches. Rest your soul, sir.

[Nausea]

Saturday in a nutshell: one of my friends and a regular at the local dive, Mr. Mark West, passed away last week. Yesterday there was a potluck memorial in his honor as well as plenty of day-drinking well into the evening. Amongst the delicacies were a Crave Crate of 100 White Castle sliders and a bowl of pasta salad made with cubensis mushrooms. Wowzers.

If heaven does exist, he was smiling down from it and laughing at us goofy eyed sumbitches. Rest your soul, sir.

Sounds like a proper send-off. The cubes are a nice touch -- just a small dose to keep everyone on the same page I imagine? Cheers to our good friends, gone and present!

[Nausea]

Me: "Why would anyone want to paint a barn pink?"

To make it fabulous! *Limps wrist*

[scream ale]

Resting up for the shit show that will be the coming week. My supervisor is off all week so I get to spend some quality time working with super prick that is the owner of the company I work for.
This has to be proof that if there is a god it hates me.
I could use a drink.
Oh wait what's that on the table? Could it be half a mug of beer? I believe it is!

[Badfellow]

My supervisor is off all week so I get to spend some quality time working with super prick that is the owner of the company I work for.

Consider this as an opportunity to plant subliminal suggestions inside his mind. You can make it look like you're sucking up to him while actually driving him insane. Then when he's committed to an institution, you can pick up the business for pennies on the dollar and be the "cool boss" who sits home drinking all day. Just a suggestion.

[Badfellow]

Sounds like a proper send-off. The cubes are a nice touch -- just a small dose to keep everyone on the same page I imagine? Cheers to our good friends, gone and present!

I'll drink to that.

Yes, a little micro dosing did help keep everyone on the same page. My regular bartender commented how there seemed to be a cheerful aura in the air.

[Dear Booze]

Sounds like a proper send-off. The cubes are a nice touch -- just a small dose to keep everyone on the same page I imagine? Cheers to our good friends, gone and present!

I'll drink to that.

Yes, a little micro dosing did help keep everyone on the same page. My regular bartender commented how there seemed to be a cheerful aura in the air.

To honor your fallen comrade, I'm drinking a this gorgeous Pinot Noir

https://www.markwestwines.com/

[Patchez]

The regular or the black. The black sounds intriguing.

[Dear Booze]

The regular or the black. The black sounds intriguing.

I only have the regular (yellow).

[RIPT2.0]

I'm listening to cheesy German polka. I blame otter for that.

[Lush City]

Just another day in paradise. The weaher mellowed out and we're getting a sea breeze. So hate me, I don't care!

[Patchez]

At the tail end of my 11 day hell week. Yesterday a motor drive went out and I had to fight through our shitty parts system to find the latest and greatest drive. Then the software was two vastly different versions. So my 12 hour day turned into a 13.5 hour day. Fuck me right? One more 8 hour shift and I m done for three days. No. My Boss tells me yesterday morning that I have to stay over two extra hours for a training class this morning. Beyond pissed at this twat kettle. Fuck it. Wed. is his last day. See ya shit gargle.

*Edit*

Not to be a total Negative Nancy there was a silver lining to this shitiful day. The Roamainian guy I work with brought me a little sample of some Hazi Palinka today. I really think my Drunkard Guardian angel, who used the same board name as the aforementioned booze, was looking out for me. Thanks P.

[Bubblez]

Have to get my septic pumped or face a fine. Missed the appointment due to having to work OT. New one scheduled. Had to shuck out good hooch money for tires for the truck so it will pass inspection. Have until 31 to get that done. Mower that caught on fire now has blown it's engine.. thjat's rolling the dice at auction for you.. Trting to work a deal for another silver lining is finally the holiday and a real three day drunk .. weekend are in sight.