When i was younger I used to hang with a small group of guys, as one does in those far gone salad days of yore. It got me thinking about the 'comfy' nights we used to have. Look before you even think 'oh yeah a Lost confession. Coming out of closet time. no it wasn't ok.
A comfy night was a blitz in town drinking nothing but Guinness and Southern comfort chasers till you as good as passed out :sleeping: or puk*d up :uhoh: (sorry firelizard)
Well Sunday evening i decided to have a glass of the black stuff :cheers: and follow it with a S/C :lickface: Well damned me how did i do that all night when i was a kid god knows I couldn't now. Apart from almost gagging after knocking back the chaser. It was just hard work.
Anyone else cant drink like or do what they used to do? Im feeling a little dispondant about this. Why i
guess i'll have to go sit at the end of a bar with me pipe and a half o mild :cry: