A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed. Finally his exasperated partner says, "What the hell is taking so long? Hit the god-damn ball!"
The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot."
His partner replies, "Well, hell, man, you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here!"
So, in the end, though it looked like I wasn't gonna be able to drink, I found a way, thanks to the fact that the booze I like isn't expensive, and I have friends who agree that I need to drink.
So, we'll call this "first post" for the night. There may or may not be more posts that get progressively more intoxicated sounding. We'll see.
Post number two. Not drunk yet, but working on it. Watching "the best of Steve Martin" and drinking Cap'n'Coke, looking at the pitcher of Taranturitas ready to be quaffed.
Hang in there.
Post number 3.
Yeah...*beeeelllllllch*...I'm starting to feel it. And, after half a bottle of rum, I should be. Time to start on the Taranturitas. Mmm, tequila. I've missed you so. The two drinkin' Southern boys needed racist humour, so we're watchin' I'm Gonna Get You Sucka.
Update later. *beeeeellllllch* Heh. Can't be too far gone, I can still type.
See? You could be here, getting sloshed and having fun with us. And I wish you were.
Yeah, baby. Feelin' frosty. I'm even on IM. here's your chance. Pop on and say hey. Who knows what I'll say? Bare thoughts, bad jokes, sexual innuendo, or bland idiocy.