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My son found out that slow and steady wins the race on christmas day. He wouldn't listen when the ole man said slow down and pace yourself ejoy the wiskey as it rolls across your tongue NOPE!!!


I forgot people could puke like that.

   

My Parents are the same. They said, I can drink what I want, but I have to clean any mess I make. And they'll laugh at me while doing it!

   

I like rum, way too much sometimes.

When I was a single guy and lived by myself, I use to go over to the super's across the hall. We would get some illegal stuff (hash), a mickey of rum, and a several cans of the Foster's beer. One evening I told him I had to go home and eat something. I decided on spaghetti. After I ate, I got up off the couch and tripped on the corner of the couch; yes, I was feeling good. He came over and knocked on the door. Now, you know when you eat spaghetti you don't get all the strands off the plate.

Anyway, I answered the door, and he said he heard a crash at my place. Asked if I was all right. I said that I was. He asked if I was sure because he said it sounded like I tripped and hit the floor. I told him I was sure I was all right, and that I didn't fall. He said, "Well how come you have spaghetti on your head!" LOL

Another time, I had a 26 oz bottle of Captain Morgan's deluxe white rum. The super was over with his booze and a couple of my buddies. My super asked if I was going to drink all of it, and I said, "Yep!" Eventually, everyone left, I had finished the rest of my rum, but can't remember anything else.

The next day my super asked if I had taken a fall because he heard a crash at my place; he was talking to his girlfriend at the time and said to her, "Oops, there goes so and so." NOTE: What you think I was going to tell you my name? She asked what he meant and he told her about the 26'er I drank. They had a good laugh. I fessed up to him though. I told him I must have been going to bed, but didn't make it. I woke up face down on the floor the next day beside the bed! So, I almost made it.

   

The other night I was drinking and I hgave a digital video camera. I picked it up and started filming my cousin and my brothers friend wathcing TV...my cousin said "Why don't you turn the cam around to see how stupid you look?" So I did! I didn't see what I'd filmed until the morning, it was like 10 seconds of footage of me laughing at my hair (toque head) and me commenting to the cam "I am one cute son of a b*tch!"

I do remember however yelling at my brothers friend "So-and-So, Why the hell would you let me play with my $900 digital video camera when I'm drunk, who's the idiot here?" Haha, it was a great night. I fealt fine in the morning which was nice.

   

This isn't about beer, or any other alcohol, it's about GGH - God's Green Herb!

My next door neighbour grew his own. My father was over there one day, came home, and said to my mom, "Honey, I'm so f'ed up right now. I was over at Bob's and we had a few beers, drank a bottle of whiskey, and then Bob brought out the God damn dope!" You can imagine how big my mother's eyes had gotten. I've never seen my mom that shocked before. The old man, said, "So-and-so, come here for a minute." NOTE: What you think I was going to tell you my name?

Anyway, dad said, "Hold your hands open", and he dropped a 'j' into them. I looked at him and politely said, "No thanks." I thought it was a ploy to kick me out of the house; I was 18 at the time. So, it seemed possible. The old man just said, "Fine, f'you, I'll smoke it myself."

After supper, my sister and I went to the livingroom and we were watching some TV when my brother and a friend of his came through the door. I heard my old man call for them from the dining room. I went out to the dining room a couple of minutes later and there was my dad, and my mom smoking a joint with my brother and his friend! Now those are cool parents!

   

I like Beer and a lil' bit o smoke to go along with it.

   

Beer is God's way of saying he loves us and wants us to be happy

   

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I second this.

   

Man made beer, God made grass...who do you trust?

   

- Benjamin Franklin





(Boobs are god's way of saying he loves me and wants me to be happy. - Hester;
but that should be its own thread.)

   

Beer kicks ass

   

I dont like beer. Just dont hang me alright?

I prefer my vodka or rum...or Bacardi, but that makes me hurl up like a dog.

   

dark or spiced rum is good, vodka is allright. But I must say nothing beats an ice cold Kieth's! (or maybe a bottle of Fireball)

   

   

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