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Tom vs. Whiskey

No one asked; no one wants to know.

Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.

This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?

The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.

By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.

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Looking at these photos makes me think that the strangest thing of all is that people think I'm strange because I don't drink.

Yeah, it really looks like I'm missing out on a whole lot... *rolls eyes*

You don't know. You weren't there.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, it looks like yours was probably calling out the name of Ralph for the full thousand, brother.

I don't know anyone nammed Ralph.

Slobbering drunks call out to all sorts of people they don't know.

Slobbering drunks call out to all sorts of people they don't know.

Most notably the Porcelin God!

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They also call out the names of a few automobiles.

Buick!
Ford!
Honda!
Cadi-yack!

Well said, sir.

Agreed Jaceman. I was a designated driver for this event. Let me tell you, there is nothing pretty about drunk people acting a fool. Something very funny about it, but nothing pretty.

I'm plenty able to look like an idiot without the aid of alcohol. Then at least I can always take solace in the fact that I'm an "ass" on my own accord. The laughs I get (while perhaps fewer) are earned. Conversely, I'm stripped of someone or something to blame for stuff that goes wrong too.

I do believe Tomas was the only shitfaced person at the party. The rest of us were just pleasantly buzzed and affable. It was definitely an enjoyable evening.

One of my favorite parts was the ride home with Mr Mom and Chuckster in the backseat trying to help me convince MR to take us to IHOP. MR was most incompliant!

awww.....he should have taken ya'll! He was good and caffeined up on Pepsi!

I would have taken you! Mmmm! Mmmm! Boysenberry + Blueberry = Happy, Dancing JaceMan

Morseso than my wife, and

drax0r but let's not kid ourselves. They never left the keg.

I wanted to go to IHOP but my need for shiner outweighed my need for pancakes. I am glad that I opted to stay at the party. I got to litter Tomas with the condoms and got to see his face as he was going down the highway. That was a sight. WHO AM I?

Thanks for almost driving me home.

Thanks Jess for driving me home the second time.

Thanks Jess for driving me home the second time

Of course.

I had a shiner once. It stung like hell. Why would anyone need that?

But Scotch tastes good. Beer tastes good.

So does bacon and Pork Chops

This time, I concur!

I've never tried scotch, but unfortunately beer has touched my tongue more than once. I didn't find the taste to be "good." I found it to be shhhhhh -- keep it down, the baby's sleeping.

One should not judge beer until one has lived overseas.

Do overseas beers taste that much different when they're drink in their homeland?

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