Evan Williams Black Label on the way to see the Doc. Who's with me?
That is Badass. How'd it go? Did you and ole Doc end up at a local? Hopefully he didn't recommend rehab. Raising a glass either way.
Cheers, mistah man.
it went well. There are still things I can do to improve my health but I've made great improvement in the last three years.
My (very recent) unemployment was discussed and we decided to put some tests on hold. A recent history of improvement made that decision easier.
Going to happy hour and not drinking is like going to an orgy and masturbating. You just took a great idea and turned it into a circle jerk. -Sixpack595
I’m about to do a shot of Capt Morgan to polish a long ago forgotten bottle the in laws bought for me.
cheers
-Bluto
Going to happy hour and not drinking is like going to an orgy and masturbating. You just took a great idea and turned it into a circle jerk. -Sixpack595
That moment of clarity before the angry sun opens his eye.
Quietude. Black ink. Chug.
Amen.
Our Father, who Art drunk in Heaven, slurred be thy name. Thy drunken come, forgotten drunken-dones, on Earth as it is in the Booze Nebula. Give us this day our daily Kentucky Deluxe, and honor those who provide the Working Man with cheap booze.
That moment of clarity before the angry sun opens his eye.
Quietude. Black ink. Chug.
Amen.
Our Father, who Art drunk in Heaven, slurred be thy name. Thy drunken come, forgotten drunken-dones, on Earth as it is in the Booze Nebula. Give us this day our daily Kentucky Deluxe, and honor those who provide the Working Man with cheap booze.
That moment of clarity before the angry sun opens his eye.
Quietude. Black ink. Chug.
Amen.
Our Father, who Art drunk in Heaven, slurred be thy name. Thy drunken come, forgotten drunken-dones, on Earth as it is in the Booze Nebula. Give us this day our daily Kentucky Deluxe, and honor those who provide the Working Man with cheap booze.
That moment of clarity before the angry sun opens his eye.
Quietude. Black ink. Chug.
Amen.
Our Father, who Art drunk in Heaven, slurred be thy name. Thy drunken come, forgotten drunken-dones, on Earth as it is in the Booze Nebula. Give us this day our daily Kentucky Deluxe, and honor those who provide the Working Man with cheap booze.
Amen.
Wow! We're talking Pulitzer Prize here. I'm not kidding! This will bring us all together as drunken zombies.
Found myself in the Matrix and took the red pill. Now I want the blue pill and my bottle and leave me alone.