10-14-2005, 04:18 AM
All this talk of alcohol... SHEESH.
Beer is all fine and wonderful, but not most American beers. Yuck. Stouts, ales, etc, all good. But not Near Frozen Gnat's Urine. I would eagerly run past a truck full of beer for a thimbleful of good cider though. There is NOTHING like a good hard cider. Sweet, tart, and potent. I remember fondly sitting down with a gallon jug of hard cider and drinking my self STOOPID. I'd guzzle a whole milk jug full.
For harder stuff, it was a nice martini. Or a Tall Dark Stranger. Rum, coke, and chocolate liquor.
I avoid booze now. Stuff was killing me. Although people say I am a terrible asshole now that I am sober.
My herbal brew that I drink to keep my self in good health is somewhat intoxicating. But that can't be helped.
Oh. In my drinking days, I was known for drinking entirely to much mead. Mead hangovers were the worst of them all. After every mead bender I swore I would never, ever, do that again.
Er, well, now at least, I am keeping that promise.
Beer is all fine and wonderful, but not most American beers. Yuck. Stouts, ales, etc, all good. But not Near Frozen Gnat's Urine. I would eagerly run past a truck full of beer for a thimbleful of good cider though. There is NOTHING like a good hard cider. Sweet, tart, and potent. I remember fondly sitting down with a gallon jug of hard cider and drinking my self STOOPID. I'd guzzle a whole milk jug full.
For harder stuff, it was a nice martini. Or a Tall Dark Stranger. Rum, coke, and chocolate liquor.
I avoid booze now. Stuff was killing me. Although people say I am a terrible asshole now that I am sober.
My herbal brew that I drink to keep my self in good health is somewhat intoxicating. But that can't be helped.
Oh. In my drinking days, I was known for drinking entirely to much mead. Mead hangovers were the worst of them all. After every mead bender I swore I would never, ever, do that again.
Er, well, now at least, I am keeping that promise.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."