Time For A Change?
This morning, as I was on my knees vomiting off the platform on to the tracks of the 45th Street station, it occured to me that maybe... maybe... it might be time to cool it with the whole drinking thing.
Still weighing the evidence, of course; wouldn't want to rush into anything. But I have to admit that the mixture of beer, whiskey, and Cool Ranch Doritos that I left in the path of the R train does make for a compelling argument.
Keep y'all posted.
Still weighing the evidence, of course; wouldn't want to rush into anything. But I have to admit that the mixture of beer, whiskey, and Cool Ranch Doritos that I left in the path of the R train does make for a compelling argument.
Keep y'all posted.
posted by Clinton at 11:52 AM
8 Comments:
You stay classy, C-dog
I think at some point we all reach critical mass and have to take a step back and breathe.
For me it was when, after drinking an entire bottle of Habu-Saki, I was dry-heaving so hard I cracked a rib.
RB... Don't I always.
Skin... Ouch. Yeah, that'll do it. This was definitely a "let's maybe reconsider some things" moment.
Maybe you just need to try something other than beer, whiskey, and Cool Ranch Doritos for breakfast.
Don't listen to your body, man. You can do wonderful things when you're so drunk you're about to puke your mind out.
Hey, perfect opportunity: Lent is coming up!
You ruined what could have been the best post ever. You should have waited until everyone was safely enclosed on the train then started to puke your guts out and could have written about the whole chain reaction you started. We could have seen it on the evening news as the subway system was closed down fear of a chemical warfare attack. Then if you were ever threatened with your hand in the blender by two Italian thugs and their ugly Momma you could have relayed the whole story like that fat kid in the Goonies. You need to start thinking about your readers Clint and not yourself so much. That would make a cool scene in a movie. If anyone does it they stole the idea from me, you’re my witness Clint okay. I’ll split the settlement with you if you say yes.
I wish that I could have seen this.
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