terrible behavior, just terrible!!

[incognito]

Yea, I was buying shots for people I did and didn't know like a dumbass.

[l...]

Yea, I was buying shots for people I did and didn't know like a good drunk.

fixed that for ya.

[incognito]

Gotcha!

[fiyah]

Pretty much like my weekend, except "I forgot she was married!!" Now I have a stalker..

[steved2112]

There comes a time when you know it's on.


You feel a tingle in your gut, a loosening in your wallet, a glow at the bar. Every bottle there joins together in angelsong, like a 70s Coke commercial that isn't so lame, and your staring down the barrel of one of those nights.

It is then you must act!! Take that last shred of reason shuffling toward the door, and use it to its fullest extent to get rid of your car. Lock the keys in that fucker if you can't think of a better plan.

I am actually thankful for the DUI I got three years ago. Best lesson I ever learned. Feeling like "I shouldn't have done that" is not good enough. Most of us get away with it and do it again.

We need to have our own backs to do this, people! It can't work otherwise. Listen here, or the man will teach you... or worse.

[l...]

There comes a time when you know it's on.


You feel a tingle in your gut, a loosening in your wallet, a glow at the bar. Every bottle there joins together in angelsong, like a 70s Coke commercial that isn't so lame, and your staring down the barrel of one of those nights.

It is then you must act!! Take that last shred of reason shuffling toward the door, and use it to its fullest extent to get rid of your car. Lock the keys in that fucker if you can't think of a better plan.

I am actually thankful for the DUI I got three years ago. Best lesson I ever learned. Feeling like "I shouldn't have done that" is not good enough. Most of us get away with it and do it again.

We need to have our own backs to do this, people! It can't work otherwise. Listen here, or the man will teach you... or worse.

i'm thankful for the one i got 13 years ago in april. i learned me a GREAT lesson...even before i became a drunk. being 21, in a dress, and in a jailcell will fix ya right up.

[steved2112]

They let me have my phone, to call out from my job the next day.

[waahoohah]

There comes a time when you know it's on.

Yup. Been there. Twice.

Walked both times. It took me two lessons to learn the deal, I guess I'm more than a little stupid.
The first time, I honestly, to this day, do not know why I didn't spend the night in the slam. Apparently, I am capable of cat-like ninja tricks while under the influence of adrenalin.
I passed the roadside. Flying colors. Failed the breathalizer. Got a ride home and a lecture about how lucky I was.

The second time, we were in the middle of nowhere.
Okay, I stretch the language. It wasn't the middle of nowhere. I was a couple of hundred miles, nearly due north, of the geographic center of the country.
I was merely in a town poulated by 150 sleeping citizens and one anxious cop.

I escaped by using logic. I pointed out that I was merely the tail-end charlie for the not-so-little convoy that had left the bar earlier (four family truckster-type vehicles, not including my war-wagon), and that we, all of us, would be leaving that quiet little burg, and going on to my place in the city, just as soon as we could, and we wouldn't even have stopped here, except one of our legion wanted to check on her kids.


All, this, while performing a feildside undrunkeness test.

Our cop was not an idiot.

He knew he had me dead to rights. I think, to this day, what stayed his hand was the sight of three other carloads of retard drunks, plus all the other idiots in the back of my war wagon, all ready to run and riot the moment I got cuffed...
...Plus the promise we were leaving town as soon as we could....

...and we made it to my place. and that was my last great DUI adventure.

[fiyah]

They let me have my phone, to call out from my job the next day.

That picture= badassness..

Message delivered..

[Dionysian Canuck]

[i]You feel a tingle in your gut, a loosening in your wallet, a glow at the bar. Every bottle there joins together in angelsong, like a 70s Coke commercial that isn't so lame, and your staring down the barrel of one of those nights. [/i]

Poetry, man - Tom Waits-esque.

There but for the grace of God I go - don't have my own wheels but wouldn't trust myself if I did... Tell myself I'd never drive drunk, but I've hopped in with a few. Lessons learned. Not only were you spared, but others you might have hurt.

Take some of those dollars you were liberally spreading around the bar and call a fucking cab! What's $20 more at that point?

Not trying to be a killjoy - just a drunkard who wants to preserve the bliss for the rest of us....