Shit we love:

[Nausea]

Wayne's a great guy. He made me some oven roasted pheasant that he caught himself.

[scream ale]

Wayne is also the tater tot king. Long live the king. Fuck nuts.

[Badfellow]

Wayne is the undisputed king of Cherry Windsor.

For those not in the know, this is basically a blended, bottom shelf whiskey with sweetener and black Cherry flavor added. 35% alcohol or 70 proof. It’s a train wreck that comes in a plastic bottle.

Wayne can put away a liter of Cherry Windsor in about an hour. Then he actually gets kind of drunk as he’s cracking into the second liter and starts running into things with his pickup truck (fence posts, garage doors, corn fields). His hobbies include Cherry Windsor and staring at women’s asses. He’s a great guy.

[Badfellow]

Vodka. Sauna. Roll around in the snow. Sauna. Vodka. Flannel. Sleep.

[Artful Drunktective]

Vodka. Sauna. Roll around in the snow. Sauna. Vodka. Flannel. Sleep.

Doin' any drunken snow angels up there in that Canadian snow, eh? Yer finally gettin' the Midwestern-Canadia white-out version of a Nor'easter with record low temps. Hunker down with some cheese curds and stay drunk and warm mein Freund.

[scream ale]

Vodka. Sauna. Roll around in the snow. Sauna. Vodka. Flannel. Sleep.

Sounds like a very special Oettinger Christmas.

All joking aside, getting drunk in flannel rules.

[Artful Drunktective]

Vodka. Sauna. Roll around in the snow. Sauna. Vodka. Flannel. Sleep.

Sounds like a very special Oettinger Christmas.

All joking aside, getting drunk in flannel rules.

***EDITED

Yes that would be a special oettinger Christmas because the regular weekends are more like: Wodka. Cigarette. Repeat. Sweatpants. Stumble around in the snow. Pick up Rambo's dog turds. Wodka. Cigarette. Repeat. Fall down on Skype. Undies off but leave the Slayer shirt on- Pooh Bear style. Pass out.

No joking involved.

[Badfellow]

Vodka. Sauna. Roll around in the snow. Sauna. Vodka. Flannel. Sleep.

Doin' any drunken snow angels up there in that Canadian snow, eh? Yer finally gettin' the Midwestern-Canadia white-out version of a Nor'easter with record low temps. Hunker down with some cheese curds and stay drunk and warm mein Freund.

The Downtown Canada Snow Angels is totes my second favorite name ever for an imaginary hockey team. C’mon, ya bruiser. Plenty of snow and ice to share with everyone, eh. No reason to be a Wupperpuff. Although vodka and flannel are indeed quite nice with some curds and a good brown gravy. It’ll poutine ya in the right direction.

[Artful Drunktective]

Stuffed olives

Orange chicken

Antipasti platters

Taco Supremes

Giardiniera relish

Coconut shrimp with Piña Colada Dipping Sauce

Charcuterie boards

[oettinger]

eh being drunk

passing out on live call

drunk cooking and not eating it

something else

[Nausea]

Thinking about what to buy from the liquor store today when they open in a few hours. So many options.

[Artful Drunktective]

Drinking during the holidaze in person with drunkards from the board.

Having someone else babysit my obnoxious Pomeranian.

Unexpected gifts from fellow drunkards.

Laying around on the couch doing absolutely nothing but drinking and enjoying one's company, with periodic napping.

Drinking champagne in the mornings- MIMOSAS NOT ALLOWED!

Drunken Thanksgiving turkey dinner with drunkard friends.

Watching "The Try Guys", while getting drunk, especially when they" try on slutty women's lingerie, do stuff while high, and doing stuff while drunk.

Experiencing ALL those things with fellow drunkard old$mart$kunk when he visited last month. Best time ever! Shit we love!
And he didn't have to help wipe our dog Rambo's ass this time thankfully! Truly a holiday miracle.

We are having an "old$mart$kunk revisited" this week. I come into the kitchen this morning expecting our usual champanya, and he asks "Hey AD, does vodka go in mimosas?" and I see both him and oett already drinking them with vodka. This is why mimosas were allowed this time, haha.

We're doing hot buttered rum for the stormy day tomorrow and then a turkey on Saturday if you drunkards want to stop over for the festivities. But not right now...oett and o$$ are shaving Rambo's ass. Take that vision in your mind any way you want to.

[oldsmartskunk]

Drinking during the holidaze in person with drunkards from the board.

Having someone else babysit my obnoxious Pomeranian.

Unexpected gifts from fellow drunkards.

Laying around on the couch doing absolutely nothing but drinking and enjoying one's company, with periodic napping.

Drinking champagne in the mornings- MIMOSAS NOT ALLOWED!

Drunken Thanksgiving turkey dinner with drunkard friends.

Watching "The Try Guys", while getting drunk, especially when they" try on slutty women's lingerie, do stuff while high, and doing stuff while drunk.

Experiencing ALL those things with fellow drunkard old$mart$kunk when he visited last month. Best time ever! Shit we love!
And he didn't have to help wipe our dog Rambo's ass this time thankfully! Truly a holiday miracle.

We are having an "old$mart$kunk revisited" this week. I come into the kitchen this morning expecting our usual champanya, and he asks "Hey AD, does vodka go in mimosas?" and I see both him and oett already drinking them with vodka. This is why mimosas were allowed this time, haha.

We're doing hot buttered rum for the stormy day tomorrow and then a turkey on Saturday if you drunkards want to stop over for the festivities. But not right now...oett and o$$ are shaving Rambo's ass. Take that vision in your mind any way you want to.

Some buttholes have to be shaved. Especially pomeranian ones.

[scream ale]

When the MST3K Patrick Swayze Christmas marathon becones the MST3K Year End marathon. Good times

Edit: youtube failed. Nevermind.

[oldsmartskunk]

Beef bone broth.