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[Malibu Laurie]

I see someone abused their push-button cheese privileges.

And yet they all missed the chili button, which is way more gold.

That was a pic of wasteful Murrica.

[Artful Drunktective]

^ ^ ^ That is a sacrilegious waste of nacho cheese. The directions literally says "PUSH" ON the button and someone still effed it up.
And it's all lumpy in the middle of the cheese puddle to boot. Ewwww.

[Badfellow]

In all fairness, when I see a button labeled PUSH, I’m going to push it regardless of the consequences.

[oettinger]

In all fairness, when I see a button labeled PUSH, I’m going to push it regardless of the consequences.

Bring some duct tape for extra fun

[Badfellow]

When Patchez was in the Air Force, he was a maintenance tech for the nacho cheese dispensers installed inside the missile silos. He said all those buttons labeled PUSH looked pretty much the same. You had to be careful not to accidentally launch extra jalapeños.

[oettinger]

They called him Nacho P.
Van Volatile Vomit for the folks from tech staff. Otherwise just Redundant Refill Rememdy

[Patchez]

Survive 8 hours of this shit, I mean, shift then off for 11 days. 6 night 20th anniversary cruise with Srrius XM Outlaw Country channel.

[Badfellow]

We’ve got a gnarly Colorado Low moving in from, you guessed it, Colorado.

The first round is a sissy slap with 3-4 inches of fresh powder. Then the second round tomorrow takes a big dump-a-roo with 14-16 inches (for you European metric fucks, that’s well above your knees). High winds. Whiteout conditions. Shit that will strand you and kill you, should you get caught in it.

So I spent the day stocking up. The liquor reserves are mostly in the green with plenty of vodka and another liter of Ålander rum. Meal options include roast beef, pork ribs, venison roast, enchiladas and lasagne. That’s in addition to the frozen pizza and all the other munchable goods should I get snowed in.

It’s a nice feeling to be in a warm, cozy place well stocked with provisions, and it’s a perfectly valid excuse to stay home and mix another drink. Cheers to thee, my fellow Drunkards, and to that bastard blessing in disguise the Colorado Low.



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Apparently it has a name: Winter Storm Olive.

[DrunkinEurope]

Visited for the first time a nice taverna just five minutes away from where I live - it's been there for several months now, but I'm a lazy bastard - for late lunch/early dinner (I only eat once per day so I'm not big on semantics). The food was pretty good, and cheap, actually. Had three carafes of wine and a few shots of tsipouro (two of which were on the house, so that's a good incentive to make me go back). Carrying a lovely booze glow, I returned home and had a cup of coffee to shock my brain and body into doing a few chores (so tomorrow, my hungover carcass won't have to deal with them).
Then, I received the final draft and a cover for my novel from a publisher that had expressed willingness to publish my work - but from whom I hadn't heard in a while and was beginning to lose hope.
Hence, I'm now drinking wine to both finish a good day with a good buzz and celebrate. Cheers!

[Hugh]

Visited for the first time a nice taverna just five minutes away from where I live - it's been there for several months now, but I'm a lazy bastard - for late lunch/early dinner (I only eat once per day so I'm not big on semantics). The food was pretty good, and cheap, actually. Had three carafes of wine and a few shots of tsipouro (two of which were on the house, so that's a good incentive to make me go back). Carrying a lovely booze glow, I returned home and had a cup of coffee to shock my brain and body into doing a few chores (so tomorrow, my hungover carcass won't have to deal with them).
Then, I received the final draft and a cover for my novel from a publisher that had expressed willingness to publish my work - but from whom I hadn't heard in a while and was beginning to lose hope.
Hence, I'm now drinking wine to both finish a good day with a good buzz and celebrate. Cheers!

Do you keep up the one meal per day discipline even when drunk?

Congratulations on the novel.

[DrunkinEurope]

^^ Thanks, man. And yes, I manage to maintain the one-meal per day even in my drunkest. Usually by making sure I eat before I start drinking (hard liquor; a couple of beers don't count).

[oettinger]

I ate only once daily for a while plus working out. Lost me 60 pounds of bodyfat. Earned me 60 pounds in the wallet for free drinking money

[Badfellow]

March 2nd.

The twilight skies have been absolutely beautiful and brilliantly clear the past two days. It would be folly to explain what many colors strike the sunsets of the skies, the silvery blue of the stellar night, Jupiter and Venus in waltz from a terrestrial perspective like atoms in dance around the hydrogen of the sun.

But that’s all rum and telescopes.

How was your day?

[Badfellow]

^^ Thanks, man. And yes, I manage to maintain the one-meal per day even in my drunkest. Usually by making sure I eat before I start drinking (hard liquor; a couple of beers don't count).

Getting a good base of food in the stomach before flooding it with joy works better than not.

The most morbid explanation I’ve ever heard was from a guy we shall call Palika’d. And I’m paraphrasing: "you basically want to get a load of dead meat in your gut so the booze has something it can transfer the toxins to. Big shepherds pie or some fookin’ haggis, maybe a pastie wif’ some mushy peas. But once the base is established, you can drink all ye want. ALL YE WANT. Grumble, grumble and so forth."

Yep. A meal per day keeps malnourishment away.

[Malibu Laurie]

But not literally crying. Just crocodile tears about my days ahead.