Day Drinking is the best... The best, Jerry...
Anyone ever grab three friends, put on Depends & condom cateters, and sit on bar stools from 9am to midnight without ever getting up, not even to piss? Anyone?
Fuck me running, threads started by people known to be chicks blow up so quick.
I find it enjoyable to get plastered and go to all-you-can-eat joints. It's also fun to get hammered at a bar downtown during lunch hours to hit on the business ladies. Since I'm married, I'm morally obligated to toss any numbers before I leave the bar but have been known to offer the numbers to fellow patrons before placing them in the circular file.
Ahhh . . . Mid-week fun.
No but that actually sounds like something I need to do before having kids.
The best things in life aren't things.
I'm not sayin' how long ago this was but weed was $20/oz. and pure as nature intended. Still remember it. Took a drive with my honey into the hills to cruise some dirt roads in the pickup, get high and let nature take it's course. Stopped at a trail leading into the woods and started tokin' and hiking in. Come around a bend in the trail and there in the middle of the forest is a....Hobbit house? Little one room structure made of wood/stucco with a pointed roof, tiny door and not a straight line in it. Weird. Up the trail is another. Same size, different design. Weirder. Smoke some more and hike on. Now we see another. Door is open so we creep in. Flickering light coming from another room down a short, curved hall. We creep slowly down the hall and peer in. There kneels a monk. Head bowed in meditation. Candles fill the room. We back out quietly, hit the doorway at a trot and don't stop til we're back at the truck.
A few people feel the rain. Most people just get wet.
This thread is disturbing.
Last fairly recent adventure included an entire fifth of rum throughout the afternoon at the street party in Vegas before a Buffett show, leading to falling down the stairs being the only memory of the private backstage pre-party that i'll prolly never be invited to again...![]()
Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there's a fit about to get thrown
And I never hear a single word you say when you tell me not to have my fun
It's the same old shit that I ain't gonna take off anyone.
and I never had a shortage of people tryin' to warn me about the dangers I pose to myself.
Patterson Hood of the DBT's
In the mid-70s I was on a hotshot crew on the Angeles NF, working way late in the year because it was a drought. It had been quiet so we'd been working on one of those fuel breaks they have there - cutting a wide swath up a ridge. The season seemed totally dead/over so on the last day of the work week the crew foreman decided to give us a break and we took a couple of cases of beer up and had a little party on the ridge overlooking the LA basin. Of course, just before quitting time and just as we finished the beer, we got a fire call.
The crew loaded up the crew crummy and took off to a brush fire, pretty drunk. It was evening, and by the time we got there the fire had pretty much laid down and been caught, so we pulled a mop-up assignment. That was a good thing, since the idea of people running chainsaws and swinging pulaskis for all they were worth wasn't such a good idea. Still, it was horrible. I kept crawling under brush to hide in the dark and running into other drunken hotshots. Pretty miserable waste of a buzz. Times were different then.
Not as good as Yetiman's story, but here's a NSFW photo of the crew (different day) to make up for it:
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n...knots/bdhs.jpg
^That picture is a whole different, though sober, story.
Can't see the pics...wtf??
EDIT: The pics posted by the OP.
"Wherever beer is brewed, all is well. Whenever Beer is drunk, life is good" -- Czech proverb.
Day drunk -> night drunk -> day drunk.
I really can't remember anything in particular, but have no doubt it involved..."Hold my beer, watch this."
I used to love drinking beer and working on boulder problems at J-tree. A great way to loosen up for mid day climbing. Lead my first 5.7 in Toulumne after chugging cans of Bud.
I agree it is a constitutional right for Americans to be assholes...its just too bad that so many take the opportunity...iscariot
This thread is bringing back the memories.
This one time I went out to the river with some fire crew friends, drank too much, decided to swim in the river. I didn't want to go naked in the (very cold) river in front of unfamiliar ladies...lol...or with the tighty whities, so I just jumped into the river in my jeans. Well that was stupid, because you can't swim in jeans, maybe iceman can but I can't...anyway, I took my jeans off in the water and fucking lost 'em in the current and they were gone.
So there I was, having gotten a ride there with somebody else. I had to walk around in my brief underwear for awhile, then to get back into town this girl lent me her purple wranglers. So I squeezed my dumb ass into some purple ladies wranglers so I could be decent to get back into town riding in the back of this truck.
It was a less than enjoyable experience on the whole.
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