During the height of my binge drinking days I could drain things down my gullet that would curl the stomach of a goat; straight whiskey, Irish Car Bombs, Natty Light and tequilas that do not even deserved to be named. I was blessed/cursed with an abnormally high metabolism and a steel stomach that allowed me to absorb alcohol faster than your average frat boy. Enter this past Saturday. The wife and I watched some Roller Derby with Jake and crew downing numerous tall boys of PBR in the process. I came home to spend a good clip on the toilet cursing the PBR and saddened that my once iron constitution is now broken.
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You’re sure there was no influence from the hibachi grub and golden sake?
I had no issues, personally, but I’d hate to see the Blue Ribbon take the blame if it wasn’t the case.
…Pinky 500 is the hottest roller girl- god, would that get touched. You are living the life of too much good food and drink, Brozovich. The woman has made you soft.
Nah. It was immediately following the Hibachi. I had not even digested my fried rice at this point. I don’t want to blame the PBR, but I must. I would rather boycott the Ribbon than the Hibachi Steakhouse and its warm delicious Golden Sake.
FYI, things are looking good for our next outing on the 28th: Ring of FIRE!!!