I have to many things going on in my life…for me….day time is for getting things accomplished….night time is FOR getting wasted……THANK THE LORD FOR THE NIGHT TIME…
Not to be confused with French kissing!Better than talking in tongues
Haven’t read it. I generally read more non fiction. But lately I wanted to read something light and didn’t involve too many GB of brain function.Protestants giving up something for Lent is hilarious!
I usually give up sniffing glue, popping pills, you know, the list from Airplane.
I notice you like Westerns. Ever read the Lonesome Dove books by McMurtry?
draft brewed Blatz beer wherever you go!…
last bottle of beer I had was some Red Stripe
A man of breeding and fine taste!It was pbr or miller high life when I was a kid.
Then it went busch and Budweiser........ a step backwards some said.
My Mamas name was Dixie.........yes I have.A man of breeding and fine taste!
Ever try Dixie beer out of New Orleans?
I look foreword to getting ripped every day…nothing like the first buzz of the day…. Right now I have shit to do places to go and people to meet. I do love the feeling of being stoned though. To each your own.My world has shrunk down to several rounds of PT a day and trying to relearn how to walk without the cane and I can do that blazed as well as not. More fun ripped that's for sure.
It was pbr or miller high life when I was a kid.
Then it went busch and Budweiser........ a step backwards some said.
Twist caps and pull tabs.......they still do either?View attachment 19113967
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Oly made them too but it was Lucky we drank the most of way back in the day. $1.99 for a 12 pack.
Puzzle caps = endless hours of amusement.
draft brewed Blatz beer wherever you go!…
last bottle of beer I had was some Red Stripe
I was surprised to learn that dry counties still exist in Canada to this day. Sub informed me that it is the same in some US states.I grew up in a dry county and as you say we just went to the next county which was wet for large purchases and from one of the local bootleggers for quick service on small purchases at a higher price.
My dad was the Maintenance Supt of the local oil refinery and used a lot of Good Old Boy local contractors to maintain the facility, so every Christmas, fifths of bourbon would appear on his desk, which he would bring home.
He rarely drank anything but an occasional beer, but did serve it to guests that did, and most of it was either made into fruitcakes for holidays by my Mom, or surreptitiously drunk a sip at a time by my older sister.
At that age I hadn't developed a taste for alcohol but loved Mom's fruitcake.