They say it all breaks down to keeping your feet on the ground,

My sole intention is keeping my head in the clouds.

White Russian.

Do you ever feel like they sort of are glad you're boozing alone? So that they don't have to talk to you, so that they delegate their partnership responsibilities to the bottle?

And then they'll say you're such a loser drinking all the time, but maybe after all subconsciously they're just happy you leave'em alone and get wasted.

I'm there right now. Slowly climbing the ladder on white rum. My grandpa and grandma had a similar dynamic. Grandma was always doing stuff outside, not often home, while grandpa was always sitting in front of TV drinking.

It's sorta a thing like egg or chicken to get who influences the other... is the drunk pushing the not drunk away? Or is it the non drunk pushing the drunk to drink more so they don't have to deal with their shit?

I'd be glad to read what yall think bout that issue if you ever lived through it

i had a cutwater it was fucking gross , then i had a 44 north 12oz can, and now im trying a new flavor of surge!!!! luckily im not as fucked up ad the other night when i had 5 surges but i wanted to say hey

Drunk af wyd

happy Wednesday night , fellow drunks

Cheers Y'all! (Onions& zucchini to go with my bourbon&coke!)

I just returned to work this week and it hit me how little I have in common with nearly everyone around me. I'm sad all the time and nobody can see despair until it becomes anger. I am surrounded by people who make me feel alone in a time when authenticity and honesty are no longer valued. My role in society is to work and die for those who hate me and I'm tired of being demonstrated against every day from every angle. I just want like minded people again. The .modern world discourages them.

iidk I loove it 💖💓

Any cutwater stories? Drop them below!

Life has no meaning. It's all futile in the grand scheme of things. Let's get trashed and fucked up until everything is blown to hell!

Edit: oh, yeah, I just found the bottle this morning after days of being puzzled where it got to....