Originally posted by EmLaskerYou shouldn't drink beer until you're at least 12. That's what my parents always taught me anyways.
okay so i had a sip of beer at the local frat house........nothing special, taste like grain.
but everyone seems so happy with it in their hand, except me, i feel left out.
someone explain.
That being said, maybe wine is more to your liking?
Get a bottle of red (go to a good wine store and ask for a wine that will go with a medium rare / rare steak).
Open it in the morning and leave it open.
Then cook your steak (pepper it before you fry it and add the amount of salt you prefer after cooking).
Now. Before eating, pour yourself a glass of said wine and smell it.
Then take a sip (more than a sip really, a good gulp of it) and swish it around your mouth. Inhale through your nose (so you get all the flavours) then swallow it.
Follow this immedietly with a good piece of your steak.
Rinse your mouth with water (spitting it out) then take another bite of your steak.
You'll notice the difference and voila! You're a wine drinker.
Originally posted by daniel58How is borrowing money an expensive habit?!?!?
The Bible discourages expensive habits like borrowing money, gambling and alcohol abuse. I didn't say He shouldn't I just said there's nothing appealing about it.
Oh... unless you're the sort to pay money back, then I suppose it can get expensive but what kind of moron would do a thing like that?
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Originally posted by cadwahThose who are Law-abiding, are clear in conscience... oh you're not?
How is borrowing money an expensive habit?!?!?
Oh... unless you're the sort to pay money back, then I suppose it can get expensive but what kind of moron would do a thing like that?
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Originally posted by EmLaskerImagine this:
okay so i had a sip of beer at the local frat house........nothing special, taste like grain.
but everyone seems so happy with it in their hand, except me, i feel left out.
someone explain.
Monday, you wake up with a body that feels like it has just finished a triathlon and been beaten up on the podium by a heavyweight boxer. You struggle through work, barely concious. Your work suffers. The people you work with know what mayhem your weekend contained and they keep their distance. You don't eat anything today, the nausea is too much.
Tuesday, the pain begins to subside but you still feel like an alien in your own body. You wander aimlessly through your life on a tuesday. It's like the volume has been turned right down. You manage to eat some soup without throwing up. At lunch break you chance a cigarette, once the coughing subsides you manage to see out the afternoons work with as little eye contact as possible.
Wednesday, the aches have gone. you feel human again. You utter your first words to a work colleague this week. You get stuck into your work because you are two days behind and you can't afford to be sacked. You decide to call your partner to find out exactly how much of an ass you made out of youreslf last weekend.
Thursday, you reconcile your differences with work, partner and your friends and family. You eat heartily today and find the smokers cough has left you. You put in a full days work and it makes you feel good.
Friday, you arrive at work as spritely as a faerie on PCP. You feel you are able to communicate better than ever before. You are on top of the world. You eat steak for lunch with all the trimmings. You finish work an hour early because it's poets day. You take a brisk walk home and decide to stop off for a well deserved pint. And then, right there as you are standing in the pub with the glass full of sweet drops of heaven you realise it's all worth it. Every last wheeze and retch. It's all worth it because a man feels more like a man when he is able to spunk his wages on a weekend! Long live Binge Drinking!!!
