Got a story that I'm not proud of, but I'll share anyways... Yesterday after a fun surf I came home, smoked a fat spliff, mowed the lawn, took a shower, took another puff, then took my wife out for a late lunch / early dinner where I had 3 San Adams Hopscapes, 5.5%. Then we went to a sports bar and shot some pool and I drank 6 Lagunitas IPA's, 6.6%. Then we left and hit the pool hall closer to home where we normally go and I had 6 Goose Island IPA's, 5.9%. Despite my efforts I did not get sick or end up in jail. I was shooting pool at a high level actually, I'm amazed honestly. Everything seemed fine, didn't think I was in bad shape at all, usually my game falls apart after too many but this time was different. So after several games we decide to go home. Wife was driving, she only had 2.5 beers all day. We get home, I fired up another spliff, and this is where I go on auto pilot. Not quite sure what happened after that. I woke up to Sidney Crosby holding the Stanley Cup. Then passed back out. Then I woke up in bed with my wife so I rolled over and woke her with my morning wood. An hour later as she's getting ready for work, she tells me that she's not talking to me. Caught off guard, I say "For WHAT!!!? She tells me how last night I went in the kitchen, pulled my c0ck out, and pissed in the sink! She asked me what I was doing as I was pissing, and I replied "I'm watching it grow, what does it look like I'm doing?" Wait. What!?
You have a professional tolerance! Much impressed DP! When I go auto pilot it gets ugly, thanks for having a million beers for me! Sounds like a great night!
I dunno if it's a good thing or not, my tolerance that is. My wife thinks I shoulda switched to light beer after a few IPA's. She's probably right.
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