What are you drinking right now?

[Badfellow]

If it makes anyone feel better, 3.2 beer in a keg is mostly a scam. They get special, plastic 3.2 labels to cover the tap ball, but it’s the same 4.5 swill as always. That’s why I prefer whiskey.

[Thompson]

Half a handle of vodka isn’t a lot. But when you drink it in two hours on an empty stomach, it becomes a force to be reckoned with.

Badfellow!! I heard you were in jail for dope. I didn’t get the lowdown as to the exact charges, distribution or an enormous appetite. I put you in charge of the string, the rope, because I trusted you to show up at the meetings. You didn’t show up. That makes me look bad. I’ve got other problems you know. Big Nate is in a real funk since Granny quit him and doesn’t sleep under the rug with him anymore. Whiskeyprick is drunk again and passed out on the porch. Nausea is his usual self, whatever that is. Oettinger is doing this nervous thing with his hands because, by his calculations, the vodka will run out before noon. Scream Ale is wondering, “what kind of chicken shit outfit is this?” DIE is deep in thought. He has his forefinger against his lips and stretching up to his nose. He hasn’t combed his hair in over a month. You see, Badfellow? You see?

[DrunkinEurope]

DIE is deep in thought. He has his forefinger against his lips and stretching up to his nose. He hasn’t combed his hair in over a month.

Fuck, it's already been a month since I combed my hair? Well, I'll just have some more Four Roses and comb my hair next month.

[Thompson]

DIE is deep in thought. He has his forefinger against his lips and stretching up to his nose. He hasn’t combed his hair in over a month.

Fuck, it's already been a month since I combed my hair? Well, I'll just have some more Four Roses and comb my hair next month.

Fuckin’ aye. Better brush it though, it will be all tangled.

[DrunkinEurope]

Four Roses is dead, drinking Evan Williams now. And typing Spammer's Mom for reasons unknown to everyone but the Skype crew.

[Thompson]

Nobody invites me to Skype anymore.

[scream ale]

Started with a little rye and a Bigfoot. Moved onto the cheaper brews.

[oettinger]

Nobody invites me to Skype anymore.

I did yesterday I thought.


Vodka for brunch and dinner tonight

[Nausea]

Nobody invites me to Skype anymore.

You have to hit it at the right time. The Euros are typically on Fridays and Saturdays in the afternoon US time. That's your best bet.

Besides that, other Americans get on late at night US time, but are less consistent in being on.

[oettinger]

I did invite you again T. Check your PMs

[scream ale]

Knob Creek nightcap. Fuck monday, cheers!

[scream ale]

Sipping a little rye on this way too warm of an evening for February.

[Nausea]

Had shot of Malört at a bar in Austin, TX yesterday. First time I've seen it in the wild.

It was terrible, but I expected worse. It had the unique quality of coating your entire mouth with its awfulness, like a glaze.

[scream ale]

Sipping an Old Rasputin while the storm rages outside. Seemed like a special enough occassion.

[oettinger]

^^^ a romantic boozer huh?

Very unromantic vodka for me