My friend came over last night. When he got here, my dog was standing by the door, waiting for somebody to open it so she could run away from home. There was a pile of beer cans in my living room bigger than Ricardo Lopez. I had my right shoe off and was scratching my foot with my left hand. My right hand was over my left eye, my nose was pressed against the computer monitor and I was watching either a Jose Napoles fight or a Rose Tattoo video.
And he asked me if I wanted to go to the bar and have a few shots.
Good man, I wish I could drink that much. I generally lose lucidity at around the age of 4. I am talking about pints here, which is a lot for any child. As Minister of Alcohol as appointed by Walrus, I salute you on your effort.
A noble goal, I have a few but the main two are to get married and finish my degree, I did two years of a three year degree, will take my 2-3 years finishing this with open university, but means I can send my kids to private school.
None of my family went to private school and until I was 16 none of them even attended a university.
Other goals are to box as an amateur, lose weight, buy a nice car (which means car <8 years old and has a working CD player/mp3). Quit my job and get a higher paying one, find a barber who can give me a good haircut, have 2 kids, buy some comfortable socks and underwear, and travel I really do enjoy traveling.
Unfortunately I could do this. Definitely if you give me a bit of marching powder to keep me going. I'm one of those people who has hollow legs and can drink round the clock. And I'm not being boastful here, I wish I had the throw up/fall over/asleep mechanism most people have. Every weekend kicks the ever loving shit out of my liver.
I was on holiday recently for a few weeks and halfway through I got food poisoning and my liver started singing the Hallelujah chorus when it realised it was getting a couple of days off from being deluged. It really was, it wasn't all the dope I'd eaten.
Goals to see if I can ever drink Whisky again,! got blind arss holes drunk on the stuff on my
21 birthday, the smell the tasteit may seem a stupid goal but it's one I would like to do.
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Marching powder is cheating. Maybe that's why Ricky Hatton got food poisoning to stop him drinking for a bitWhen I used to smoke green I was never that bothered about drinking, but now my alcohol tolerance is terrible, because of health, it means I spend less on getting pissed on the rare occasion I do.
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