The Designated Drunk Posting Thread

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I'm not quite sure if that is a beer joke, or a cock joke :p

Both. Including a dig at Gen X'ers who only drink girly beverages.

"Why yes, I'll have a raspberry Absolut Gimlet, with extra blueberries"

I've never wanted to see little fish scales caught in a scraggly beard more. Note to self, bring more raw herring to a bar to slap people across the face.
 
Both. Including a dig at Gen X'ers who only drink girly beverages.

"Why yes, I'll have a raspberry Absolut Gimlet, with extra blueberries"

I've never wanted to see little fish scales caught in a scraggly beard more. Note to self, bring more raw herring to a bar to slap people across the face.

Looks like you are in the mood for a Dark 'n' Stormy :D
 
That raspberry thing sounds yummy actually :eek:

Lol girls get a pass. ;)

Hipster twats whose plaid & Paul Bunyan beards get in the way of me and the bar because it takes 10mins to mix their latest hottest hippest cocktail of the week.......

Gawd, I had to show a barmaid how to mix an Old Fashioned, and no, Jack is NOT bourbon. Two cherries, plz & tks.
 
From the student days I used to work a bar.....you some times get bigger tips when you have to get showed how to make drinks..... :eek:. I discovered that the customers just love to show girls how to do things, then reward them. :eek:. It's amazing how long it took me to learn to make drinks I'd been drinking or pouring for guests since I was knee high to a grasshopper. :eek::eek:.

Uh huh, yeah :p

I know that game. Just make sure when I ask for bourbon you grab the Wild Turkey and leave the Jack on the shelf!

Bourbon is serious business dontcha know :D
 
I've only worked bars in England. Not much call for Bourbon. :). Or ....didn't used to be. :)

Reminds me of a fun mess story, about Canada's most decorated soldier during The War.

Apparently he was too coarse in speech for local pub's bar matron, and she chastised him thoroughly, as only an English bar matron can.

"You Canadians, we've got the French, Dutch, even Poles all prancing about, but it's you Canadians that must be the most thoroughly disreputable bunch of the lot. I don't know what's more foul, your smell or your language!"

Smokey Smith pondered this over his pint for almost a minute, then replied:

"My apologies mum, ofcourse you're right. I'll do my best to curb the boys. Then again, out of the bunch you named, we've been here the fucking longest...."
 
Someone once gave me a wine stopper and vacuum pump. I asked what it was for
They said for when you open a bottle of wine but don't drink it all
I said "you can do that?"
 
Uh huh, yeah :p

I know that game. Just make sure when I ask for bourbon you grab the Wild Turkey and leave the Jack on the shelf!

Bourbon is serious business dontcha know :D

We southern girls definitely know the difference. There's nothing like tailgaiting around a bonfire with a bottle of Wild Turkey!
 
I haven't drunk any alcohol in how many years now?

I'm just a naturally boring person I guess.
 
Awesome, Abs! Can I come to the party as well? :D

I have my family's "medicinal" glass, got it from my grandmother. She never used it (that I saw ;)), it was her father's. Medical purposes only, mind you :rolleyes:
 
These are my silver mint julep glasses and straws. They were my grandfathers and are something I treasure. I'll have them polished and filled on Saturday at 6:30 pm when the 142nd running of the Kentucky Derby takes place.

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Oh oh oh!!!! Please please please... Can I come over too???
I'll help make drinks...I learned how to make a mint julip when I lived in Atlanta. :heart:
 
I feel like the only person who prefers dark ambient, thick clouds and heavy rain over lush grass and that annoying sun thing.
Maybe I've internalized the typical stereotype of British 19th century grumpiness and loathing and it's manifesting as a subconscious desire to stare out of the living room windows at 5:30pm on a rainy day with a furrowed brow and a frown set in stone as I sit in my armchair and contemplate the fall of the empire and how things were better in my day.

I'm not drunk but going overboard on a sugar rush and crashing like Diana is the closest I can get to inebriation so I'm of the opinion that this belongs here.
 
These are my silver mint julep glasses and straws. They were my grandfathers and are something I treasure. I'll have them polished and filled on Saturday at 6:30 pm when the 142nd running of the Kentucky Derby takes place.
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These are awesome! :)

I just read an article talking about "Derby Pie", of which I was unfamiliar. For others not in the know, It's pecan pie made with bourbon and chocolate chips. NOM. :cool:
 
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