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I get to have the novelty experience of ✨being tired✨ whenever I get drunk
IME, you can overcome that by drinking more 👍
This is called getting old.
aint that the truth
thing is: that was already a thing when i was 17, so that’s just kinda how i react to alcohol
That was basically my reaction to alcohol my whole life, just get kinda eepy.
Ha I’ve been woods guy. Found a cross in the woods and a bunch of old folding chairs, returned with one leg muddy up to the knee.
What about the ones who get belligerent, try to fight the cops that get called than puke on the cops as they’re being arrested?
That’s I hate everyone guy.
No, I hate everyone guy hangs out with the cat or dog, Uncle Cletus throws fists with the cops.
I don’t know why but people who link videos without a brief description of what it is just drives me nuts.
Especially if it’s a Tom Cardy song that I somehow hadn’t seen yet. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it - sharing the real party guest stereotype.
I’m the “guess I’m crying now” kind of drunk.
You pair great with the journey into the woods fellow. An adventure will cure what ails ya.
A journey into the woods crying? I know how the Blair Witch Project got started.
Us woods folks are the story drunk type
So there I was…
Oh. Oh, man. I’m not the only one…
(#4)
Suddenly the music video for Korpiklaani - Man with a Plan makes a lot more sense.
You start off as panel 1 then as you get more drunk you turn into panel 2 and after even more drinking you’re panel 4.
I stayed panel 4 even after getting sober
these are the three personalities of my ADHD
Angry drunks whack af
Apparently I’m surrounded by philistine alcoholics. Where my creative boozers at?
If the drinking goes on long enough, I will go through all of these phases.
I have levels.
I start off with “I love everyone”, wanna talk.
Then comes losing my shirt, and if encouraged, I will find a table and lose more.
After that I hit the “walk in the woods” point. Or, really, “I wanna find a nice high place to sit”. Dunno why, but after a certain point, I just wanna get somewhere I can look down over a city or something. There’s something magical about it. Here’s all these twinkling lights, all these lives going about their night. Some going to work, some going out to get fucked up, some to get just fucked.
And there I am. My own twinkling light, out in the night. Small, insignificant, just the red glow of the cherry of a cigarette against the nothingness. For a brief moment, I am both a part of that grander light, and apart from it. Above us, all the lights in the sky, bringing it together.
And sometimes you get to try out all of them! In one night!
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
I’m the wanderer.
Terrible story, I went to a foreign city with some friends and got black out on tequila for the first and last time. Apparently I left our motel without letting anyone know to go perform urban parkour. I somehow failed to clear a 2nd floor jump and based on the imprint in my one shoe, landed entirely with my right heel. Clean break.
My phone log showed that instead of calling anyone I was with or maybe medical assistance, I tried to call my boss 3 times before giving up entirely. I only have memory of some nurses later asking if I wanted to go to a hospital, but I denied them and slept it off. Guess I was found eventually, lol.
