Indeed.

Sam Smith's Taddy Porter followed by his Imperial Stout. Like the porter better, one of the best I've had in quite some time. Have Delerium Tremens waiting for when a buddy gets into town later this evening, looking forward to it as I have not tried it yet.
Tomorrow I look forward to waking up at the buttcrack of dawn and enjoying myself on a ski slope all day (first time skiing this year). Monday I look forward to waking at the buttcrack of dawn, and hobbling around all day realizing that I am TOTALLY out of shape and getting too old to ski a bat-out-of-hell like I used to. Am looking forward to tomorrow, not monday. Still worth it, though.

Samuel Smith's here, too.
Nut Brown Ale, though.

Thinking about having some wine and cheese next.

I'm not drinking in public again until I can get my tolerance back up.

Are those 5 minutes up?

Give me a week or two.
Causing dental dam(age) to a good friend
without any recollection of the event
prolly means I should be cloistered for the time being.

Worst I can do from here is a drunk dial.

Wine tonight, after a long workday
and an evening with the family
at a city park/petting zoo.

On my third glass of Scotch (Lafrog). Legs and arms feel better than they should. However, after both skis popping off my feet in mid-air the second run of the day, quickly followed by me landing feet-first into the snow, knees buckling, and me giving myself a ski-boot suppository, my tailbone is a bit bruised. Needless to say I got my bindings tightened once down the mountain and my skis didn't fall off the rest of the day. Today made me glad I don't have to sit down at work.

This third glass of scotch is helping to erase the memory of me removing my ski boot (with my foot attached) from my arse...

...However no dental damage:)

Someone didn't try hard enough.

I don't know, that boot was pretty hard...and cold...and fast...

Just keep in it context and remember the 10 best things about booze.

Balz,
Gettin' hit in the ass,
I'm surprised you
didn't break your
thumbs.

And the bar patrons mourned.

You misspelled-
"owners".

I have "Persistence of Memory" hanging in my classroom. One of my students asked me who 'did it'.

"Dali", I replied.

"Dolly Parton?"

I just banged my head on my desk. This is the same student who wrote that Jim Hawkins from Treasure Island lived in 'The Bimbo Inn', instead of 'The Admiral Benbow'.

Prolly thinks he's a
Brit in a wheelchair
too.

The South is like the rest of Ameika

butt more so.


It's toothache time around here but thanks to the beneficent generosity of real family and the presence of booze I feel real good. Dentist tomorrow morning.

If GW could do it...

How's them
Prolly whites?

Too much sobriety recently.
So, after saving some money from not drinking, I decided to blow some of it on a bottle of Chateau de Beaucastel Chateauneuf du pape.
The french might suck, but their wines don't.
Goddman I love a great frenchy wine.

How can anyone govern a nation that has 246 different kinds of cheese?

Or where you thinking of a different French whine?

Over there, I'd guess.

still coffee.

Coffee's good.

specially in enemas

Like your xit
doesn't flow
fast enough
already.

only when my asspipe isn't full of rod.

which is rarely

Wow, yr even hotter
than I imagined.

it's the insulation

And who's this
lucky Rod you've
met?

just somebody i ran into

backwards

repeatedly

more on sundays

Ran!
Ha!

ha!


ok howbout creeped slowly

More likely.

You don't wanna pass
out from all that runnin'
too early.

that's why i hired a trainer(az)

Oh, I'm sure you
got your money's
worth on that deal...

I thought he
jobbed for free.

Not for CG.
Hazardous booty pay.

butt pirates aint afraid of booty

I'll give ya that one.

More your area of
sexpertise than mine.

Hey, you never
give me any.

You don't bat your
eyes at me that
certain way.

Like a Louisville
slugger?

Kinda wood you like,
right.

nope, fruit bats

Hmmkay, so man-juice for the three of you...What are the rest of you tippin' while you are typin'?

First two anise-bombs, now I have to go down to cellar for sum wormwood bomb. Talkin' of bombs, why the fuck none is celebratin' St. Patrick's Day? Cheers to everyone!

I'm tastin' o' bit o' the green.

Are there only Tits and Prol pullin'? Where are others? Cheers, Al!