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peer pressure's a bitch
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A couple of months after the tequila incident (my girlfriend, Greywar, and I went out to dinner. It was good food and during the meal we had a few beers. Actually, I only had 2 but I am a lightweight so I got a buzz anyway. Its true that I am quit possibly the cheapest date on the planet as I cannot tolerate even a modest amount of alcohol. Greywar on the other hand has a level of tolerance that is as far as I can tell unreachable. He is quite simply invulnerable to the effects of alcohol. So the only logical way to divide my weekends is to spend half trying to out drink him and the other half being crushed under some of the heaviest hangovers I have ever felt. Any way on this particular evening the poison was a pint of Single Barrel Jack Daniels (its 94 proof) cut with stupid. Greywar had an equal portion of Knob Creek (100 proof). Now I know some of you are thinking that the doses in question are not exactly record breaking, but I assure you that for me it was a folly of Jackass proportions. So, why do it?
Greywar pours a modest glass of whiskey.
ND: I thought we were gonna drink it all.
GW: Oh! OK fucker. You wanna go!?
ND: I just thought we agreed to drink all of it.
GW: OK we'll see who's passed out.
ND: Hey, you know if you don't wanna drink. . . I mean if you aren't feeling up to it . . .
We both top off our pints
GW: only one of us is gonna be conscious after this.
All I really remember was that I finished the copious amount of whiskey in my glass then went for the rest of the bottle. Greywar kept pace (taking it easy I guess) but seemed untouched be the rip roarin', load talkin', stumblin', mumblin', super duper drunken stupor that was whooping my ass all over the living room. Unless, you count Greywar's inherent amusement at the pain of his friends. Don't really know for sure but the story is this. I mumbled something about being hungry and wandered into the garage were there is NO food, and was discovered 30 minutes later passed out on the concrete floor. That peer pressure's a bitch.
Read about the tequila incedent here.
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Greywar pours a modest glass of whiskey.
ND: I thought we were gonna drink it all.
GW: Oh! OK fucker. You wanna go!?
ND: I just thought we agreed to drink all of it.
GW: OK we'll see who's passed out.
ND: Hey, you know if you don't wanna drink. . . I mean if you aren't feeling up to it . . .
We both top off our pints
GW: only one of us is gonna be conscious after this.
All I really remember was that I finished the copious amount of whiskey in my glass then went for the rest of the bottle. Greywar kept pace (taking it easy I guess) but seemed untouched be the rip roarin', load talkin', stumblin', mumblin', super duper drunken stupor that was whooping my ass all over the living room. Unless, you count Greywar's inherent amusement at the pain of his friends. Don't really know for sure but the story is this. I mumbled something about being hungry and wandered into the garage were there is NO food, and was discovered 30 minutes later passed out on the concrete floor. That peer pressure's a bitch.
Read about the tequila incedent here.
Link
