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Thursday Night Drinking Club

Where are you pussies? I am here drinking whatever this picture is on the rocks. Just because I am six hours ahead of you does not mean I should drink alone...this often. Fuckers! Who Dey!



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It would've been more impressive if you opened the Thursday Night Drinking Club at 4:06 pm local time, but cheers nonetheless, my man.

No idea where everyone else is.
 
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Cellar? That was my kitchen counter when I was 19.
Nineteen?! When those fine wines were available you were old enough to go to a bar in OH and get a "fine" (albeit 3.2) beer. I admit to partaking in most of that lineup (er, once) but I'm pretty damn sure not after I was 16. Even 3.2 beer (however obtained) was preferable to that sweetened crap.:cheers:
 
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Once we figured out we could stand outside the neighborhood deli and ask anyone who looked "cool" Burger beer at .50 cents a quart became the go to. Cigs were like .40 cents. One buck was a night out (lunch money went a long way back then!).
 
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True story:

After my dad passed away in 2005, I got a call about a month later from his wife, my step mom, about some of my childhood possessions in the attic and whether I'd want them or not. She was going to sell the house and move to a smaller place, and she'd finally tackled the attic. This house was built in 1929 and had a huge finished attic which had essentially been my hangout growing up.

Got over there and came across the case to my snare drum from the one year I tried marching band in elementary school. No snare drum in the case, instead there were about 30 empty, moldy Bicardi Breezer bottles and cigarette butts that a buddy and I had stashed there in maybe 1989 or 1990.

I guess I just got so drunk that night I forgot to get rid of the evidence the next morning.
 
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