"Hello, I'm back!" - Where have you been? What's your excuse?

[Bourbon]

Well... I registered here years ago, made a couple posts, then fell off the face of the earth. Guess ill re introduce myself, say hi, and buy a round as long as it's a Bourbon you want.

[Wingman]

Guess ill re introduce myself, say hi, and buy a round as long as it's a Bourbon you want.

okay. cheers!

[Blackneto]

I ain't new. but i'm also not afraid to buy a round.
Belly up Gent's. Bourbon is the pour

[Dirty Lou]

I was never the most prolific poster on the board, but I miss the camaraderie that is shared amongst us Drunkards. I passworded out awhile back, and being a shiftless & lazy boozer, I ignored getting it fixed. No more. No longer shall I merely lurk through the windows like some besotted peeping debauchee. I missed you guys.

Sure, I joined the Facebook, without which I would be at a terrible loss for not knowing that somebody ordered a #2 combo for lunch (with pics!) or who is considering getting a haircut or what song made you cry today.

Hell with that. I know where I belong. Here, with all of you. It’s time that I join you all, and I only ask that you join me at this time. Upon the reading of this post, I ask that you tip one back with me. Let us have at the bottles.

For further inspiration, on the menu for tonight is Maple Syrup & Whiskey glazed Bacon Dirty Rice. I ain’t Southern, but it’s worth a shot.

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

Beat it, buzzkill.

[ThirstyDrunk]

Fuck it man, I'll drink wit ya.
Cheers

[Bluto]

I'll dedicate this pounder that sentiment.

On the Bluto's menu tonight: a smoked wild turkey covered in bacon which is now simmering in a splash of wine, mashed taters with gravy and a green bean dish of some sort. That'll finish up with another couple of beers and a little bourbon for bedtime.

Damn, just typing that made thirsty and hungry.

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

Fuck it man, I'll drink wit ya.
Cheers

Careful, he's Mexican!

[ThirstyDrunk]

Fuck it man, I'll drink wit ya.
Cheers

Careful, he's Mexican!

Maybe he weaved that poncho Screwball sent me.

[Savage]

I, too, am back. Maybe. I missed you guys, but I've been practicing at the range, and my aim is getting better every day. Hi Lou! Have a bourbon with me and the chosen few (the ones who can still sit semi-upright).

[Dirty Lou]

Fuck it man, I'll drink wit ya.
Cheers

Careful, he's Mexican!

Mexi-Can! Not Mexi-Can't. You are so lucky. You get your drinking rights back soon. I have another 2 hours to contend with. Luckily, being ever so prepared, I have a solid supply of Whiskey and a Vodka backup to get me through the night and early morning.

My weekend is going to be a selfish delving into... well... anything short of jail.

[Surreal]

I sensed a stirring in the force last night. Welcome back.

It was men's shopping night downtown and I was at the local alternating Jameson's doubles with White Russians till the bartender asked my why I was wearing a pancho.

I informed the bartender that it was a serape; a long blanket-like shawl, often brightly colored and fringed at the ends, worn in Mexico, especially by men. I also informed the barkeep that it was handmade in Buda Texas. On a dental floss farm.

I've learned a couple things about drinking in a serape.

1. It keeps you quite warm as you're crawling from bar to bar - especially in December when the north wind brings down a hella snow storm.

2. Men give you wide berth because you look either dangerous or delusional or both. And,

3. chicks dig 'em. It's odd, but they are great conversation starters in the bar.

[G_W]

Damn, I was just saying mean/true shit about you last week!

[fiyah]

Sweet Lou, doing it like a champ.

Hang in there, bro. I'm drinking for you!

[JohnnyT]