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Beer philosophy 3 Or is this the fourth one already? I have no idea what's going on. Anyhow, when I said I was wallowing in all sorts of alcoholic debauchery on my vacation I may have been slightly exaggerating. I was attempting to wallow in alcoholic debauchery but wasn't exactly with the right party to do so. Now don't get me wrong. Occasionally I love to sit in a musty hotel lobby with no music, warm beer and nothing but a good book and a game of Machiavelli to watch but most of the time that doesn't cut it for me. In fact, the last two years we spend so much time in that lobby that it drives me BAT-SHIT INSANE! Luckily for the true alcohol oriented man of these modern times there is work. Yes work, that great collection of ravening lunatics who drink like medieval monks when the door closes. I exaggerate not this time. There is drinking the likes of which will never be seen again.
I swear to whatever deity is out there that this is the clearest picture I managed to take and this was taken at 4.00 at night! We had finished work over 4 hours ago and had been busy working our way through the entire beer supply we still had in store. It was madness. It was terror on the bowels. It was legendary. And thank god that there was no annoying asshole at breakfast this time to tell me 'Were you drunk? cause you were talking pretty loud....' Yes asshole, I was talking loud. That's what I do when I'm having fun. Where the fuck were you? Sitting in a corner with your smirnoff ice not saying anything? Nothing on this whole earth annoys me more then people who ask stupid questions and pretend to be better then someone else while doing so. Stupid retarded moron. Right, that's enough rambling for one day. I have to get back to work in an hour and my headache has only gone from hammering down to pounding so I may need some more drugs to function properly.
Beer still rules!
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