Letter to Alcohol

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Dear Alcohol,

First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge
fan of yours.

As my friend, you always seem to be there when
needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're
even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us
when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings).

However, lately I've been wondering about your
intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart,
I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone Calls and text messages: While I agree with
you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any
conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or
necessity. Why would you make me call my ex's?

Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let
alone all hours of the night.

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But,
why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big
Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with wine & topped off
with a Kit Kat AFTER a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)?

I'm an eclectic eater but, I think you went too far this time.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell
me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to
hammer this issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely
unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the
next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45
seconds to get the front door key into the lock.


4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop! This
is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous
evening's debauchery may be in order. But, the 3 p.m. hangover
immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I
ask that if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread
products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out (face down on the
kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn or wherever). The hangover should be
minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some
years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been
the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the
needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra
money in my pockets.

In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you
carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I
will look for an answer no later than Friday 3 p.m. (pre happy hour) on your
possible solutions. And hopefully we can continue this fruitful
partnership.

Thank you,
Your Biggest Fan

P.S. Please take a moment or two and note the
following items below that I think may be of some interest to you.

THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon

THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Specificity
2. British Constitution
3. Passive-Aggressive Disorder

THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
2. Nope, no more beer for me.
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.
 
Ya fergot ta mention the problem of waking up next to Buck-Toothed-Bertha. :doh:
 
i quit drinkin when they invented the funnel... the more i drank the smarter i got cause i was drinking Bud - Wiser:bwuhaha:-- and i have seen more fights at happy hour than i saw on WWW... Everybody wants to be #1 .. i know guy,s that still fight at 60 tears of age -- still trying to be #1 and macho and still trying for the win. me i like it the way it is.. some people do see the writing on the wall and stop. me i have been sober now for 29 years. and love every minute of it. when i drank i felt important - i was called to the bar because there was a case coming up.. now i wear suits and drive nice cars and hang around smart people why? if i am going to be impotent i am going to act impotent .... so now yall have it.......:bwuhaha:
 
the more i drank the smarter i got cause i was drinking Bud - Wiser:bwuhaha:

NHOA meet in Denver Co, 1979. As part of the meet, we were going to tour the Coors plant in Golden, Co. A group of about 40 of us are waiting for our turn to start, and the female guide starts telling jokes. "How do you make Budweiser?" "I don't know, how?" "You send him to college." Then some smart-ass says, "I heard it had something to do with urinary tracks on Klydesdales." That received a much bigger laugh than her answer. Strange, but she wouldn't speak to me for the entire tour.:huh:
 
zzzzzzzzzzzzz. *wakes up, reads thread* Addendum: Alcohol, where the hell am I? Who the hell is this chick? Can she help me find my pickup? Why don't I recognize the skyline? Where are my keys? Did she tell me she had a cat? I hate cats. *kicks at cat...falls* Do I know anyone with hardwood floors? Is there any beer in the fridge? Is it too early to call friends for a ride home? Will any of them be sober enough to give me a ride? Who's the woman in the pictures on the wall? More importantly, who's the bodybuilder next to her? Will he break me in half? I need to drunk dial someone. Fuck! Where's my phone?:shifty:
 

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