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For those about to drink, we salute you!

 
  

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STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
02:29 / 18.03.07
I'm totally on Booze Island now. Unfortunately I took a detour to MDMA Cove, which was a bit silly, because now I really want to sleep and can't. And I'm too fucked to make coherent conversation on the interwebnetthing.
 
 
Triplets
04:20 / 18.03.07
I expect my official Guiness Town hat to be ready.

 
 
Sole Eater
00:34 / 19.03.07
Hmm Triplets. Three elements to your name. Three lobes to your shamrock...

Coincidence? I think not...
 
 
Sole Eater
06:25 / 20.03.07
I'm just about to power down the desktop and head for the presentation dinner at the Golfy for my game fishing club's Barramundi Competition. Even though it's only Tuesday night, there's a fair chance I'd be no good if a random D&A (drug and alcohol) test pops up its ugly head tomorrow.

It's not the THC I'm worried about - that's under control. I have a little keychain breathalyser which will indicate if I'm positive for alcohol. Maybe I'd best ring my boss and tell him I won't be in tomorrow (he owes me big time anyway).

Bring on the Coopers Pale (forget about the chit, we'll get hell to pay).

I may even win a line class.
 
 
Sole Eater
01:01 / 21.03.07
UPDATE

Well I DID go to the fishing presentation; I DIDN'T get an award for line class; I DIDN'T have a blinder and I DID get called up this morning for a D&A. Breath test was negative and my good ol' fake wee pulled me through the drugs scan.

YAY.
 
 
Closed for Business Time
09:19 / 21.03.07
Fake wee, huh? How does that work then, in case I should ever work for someone/thing evil enough to have my wee tested for the fun stuff.
 
 
Sole Eater
03:36 / 23.03.07
It works like this:

Purchase synthetic urine from laboratory (mine is the stuff they use to calibrate their instrumentation and is therefore neutral in every regard). These kits come with heating pad and contain just enough of the stuff to comply with legislated requirements.

EVERY morning, small bottle goes into front of jocks and nestles comfortably there all day, in case of an "incident." Heater pad goes into breast pocket, sandwiched between my notebook and our company's "Take Two For Safety" booklet.

If my name comes up in the "lottery" I am all prepared. If I get a phone call from colleague or my superintendent, I have time to whip out heating pad, give it a jolly good shake - activating the contents, wrap pad around bottle and replace against my front bits (nice and warm now, mmmm).

Then I'm transported the 17 klicks to minesite first aid room and subjected to breathalyser analysis. After that I'm handed a little sample put and asked to go into the toilet to "fill up to the line please." But here's the kicker.

Sometimes you don't get the warning call. In which case you have to play it this way:

Turn up at testing station with the (still cool) sample in jocks, heating pad in pocket. Sally forth into cubicle and make your usual preparation vis heating pad et al. Wander back out to tester and say: "I'm sorry, I had a piss just a few minutes ago and am quite unable to produce. May I have a glass of water?"

Sit down and wait 1/2 hour or so for sample to heat up to body temparature and repeat step two. Simple.

There are rumours about that blanket-testing is to be instituted site-wide. May have to consider giving up then.
 
 
Sole Eater
06:40 / 23.03.07
It's 5pm on Friday!

There is Coopers Pale!

There is Irish Whiskey!

There is unattended girls!

There is Kendo practice at sparrowfart tomorrow morn!

WAH!
 
 
Closed for Business Time
16:06 / 23.03.07
...are... unattended girls. Or likely were, at this stage - it being midnite in Antipodea and you, Mr. Sole Eater, sounding like a horny goat.

There will be drinking here too, shortly, a friend's moving-back-to-Madrid piss-up that shouldn't go on for too long. Eerrr right... ETA Booze Island 1800 hours, the weather is gray, work is up and the merriment is on,

YAY - TO BOOZE ISLAND!
AHOY - TO THE BEER SHACK!
SMASH THE BARRELS! DRINK TIL YOU BLEED! THE SOMA IS NEAR!
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
16:18 / 23.03.07
I have stereo Lord Morgue. I am just about ready to crack open a cold one. Onwards, end of the working day!
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
16:26 / 23.03.07
Remember, Haus, you're the designated driver tonight - so no more than 30 tins! Hahaha! And then off to the School Disco where maybe we'll meet some vulnerable girls! With low self-esteem! Party hearty! Lemme at that heavy machinery next shift! Woo!
 
 
Closed for Business Time
17:07 / 23.03.07
Flyboy - no mention of you drinking there. Tut! Tut! No drink no slag!
 
 
Make me Uncomfortable
06:27 / 21.04.07
Yah i drank the dranks. Rum punch. It punch me in face. I get shot down by girl, ambiguously so. Now I sleep, pray roommate no throw up on his bed, decide to go back to sleep and deal with it in morning, like last time he go dirnk.

Urg.

Fun time tommorrow!
 
 
Closed for Business Time
15:39 / 27.04.07
Drink is my only raison d'etre this weekend. That, and beng hung-over for my badminton session tomorrow.

I am the god of Alcamahol, and I bring you
Drinks, I'll take you to pubs
Drinks, I'll take you to clubs
I'll see you snubbed

You worked hard and you saved and earned
But all of it's going to burn
And your mind, your tiny mind
You know you've really been so unrefined
Now 's your time, burn your cheese rinds
You're falling far too far behind
Oh no, oh no, oh no, you're gonna HAVE TO GET THE NEXT ROUND
 
 
Feverfew
17:11 / 27.04.07
I was wondering where this thread had wandered.

For tonight, I have Asahi!

(Although I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not.)
 
 
Spaniel
17:31 / 27.04.07
If it's freezing cold it's definitely a good thing
 
 
Dutch
17:46 / 27.04.07
Good grades returned today, check
Amazingly good weather, check
Holiday for a week, check
Drinks cold and ready, check

Booze island, here I come!

Play some ac/dc for me, and I'll try and do the best angus that I can
 
 
Feverfew
18:26 / 27.04.07
It's freezing cold. It's also bitterer than I remember.
 
 
Kali, Queen of Kitteh
18:50 / 27.04.07
So very tempted to venture out for a quick nip.

Nine-and-a-half-hours of work, no good sleep last night, the emergence of my angry ovaries, and I keep blinking a lot since I got off twenty minutes ago.

Promised myself I was going to hold out, but the more I think about it, the more I think a drink is in order...
 
 
Feverfew
19:50 / 27.04.07
Yes. Yes it is.
 
 
Tuna Ghost: Pratt knot hero
08:05 / 28.04.07
Took a whiskey schooner to booze island tonight for fun and games, Roman style. They say whiskey is the angry man's drink, but really it just makes me think I'm Oscar Wilde or something. I already crave cucumber sammiches.

We learned tonight that citric acid has the amazing property of spurring obstinate electronics into functional perfection. I suspect electrons are involved somehow, but how can I prove it?
 
 
Kali, Queen of Kitteh
13:53 / 28.04.07
I was able to resist the allure of alcohol last night. Not because I wanted to but because my body failed me and said, "Listen, we've got Sunday off, right? Right. So let's get some sleep tonight and tomorrow when we get off work, we'll head straight for the bar, put down two twenties and tell that barman that when that's spent, have someone walk us home."

And I agreed.
 
 
Closed for Business Time
18:08 / 28.04.07
Hungover for 'minton, check. Nowt to do but go for drinks in Putney, check! I'm so a man of my word.

And with that, and a-humming ... cause I am going, I am going any which way the train may be blowing I am going, I am going where streams of Guinness are flowing.

Catching the booze-train to Pint Bridge in a few. All on board?
Avast! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
 
 
Dutch
16:16 / 29.04.07
It's Koninginnedag (Queen's Day) tomorrow in the Netherlands, and it's looking like the whole city I live in will be partying tonight as well. I have to bartend at a student's society for a few hours, after which I shall probably partake of the drink myself.

Although I'm far from supportive of the monarchy, it's nice that the country gets a monday off with this good weather we've been having. Having inbred lizardpeople as tax-supported , wealthy rulers does have its minor benefits.
 
 
Spyder Todd 2008
22:52 / 30.04.07
Woo!!! It's my 21st birthday! along with being Walpurgis Night, which means nothing in the States, but who cares! I'm totally drinking til I can't remember the rest of the day. Sweet.
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:03 / 30.04.07
Happy B-day ISOTC!
 
 
Sole Eater
03:00 / 01.05.07
Ditto! Purgis those wals till you're blue in the face.

And then have another...
 
 
Spyder Todd 2008
22:20 / 01.05.07
Apparently I managed to drink 21 Jager Bombs, along with other stuff on the side. I don't remember anything after 18, but it was good times for all.
 
 
Gendudehashadenough
08:25 / 02.05.07
Wine is for cheese like chest hair is for twirling, after the finger licking...*crashes*

wait, wha? who in this thread was licking my chest hair flavored digits? Ah NO!!! It's the finger licking brood!!!! I SHOULD be institutionalized.
 
 
Dutch
22:47 / 02.05.07
blues and cheap beer,
make for excellent company.
I was once there,
now I am here,

listening to the pusher...


drunk without fear
 
 
Saint Keggers
02:37 / 04.05.07
I spent the day making wine. Im gonna spend the next few hours drinking it. Not all of it. 88 bottles. But for some strange reason the rosé has a burnt orange hue to it.
 
 
Closed for Business Time
19:27 / 04.05.07
What are you, Jesus? How da fugg did you make < singing >88 bottles of wine in a day, 88 bottles of wine? I don't give a damn bou' demonical swine, just give me dem 88 bottles of wine!< /singin' >
 
 
Olulabelle
20:06 / 04.05.07
Kegs, aren't you supposed to leave it a little longer than one day?
 
 
Saint Keggers
22:27 / 04.05.07
Yes, you are supposed to let it age. It does get better with age. But it's drinkable now. I'll put some of it away to age and take that out when other people are drinking it.
But for now... it's got a crisp, brash taste that reminds me of a rusty nail coated in angel tears. Or so I'd like to believe.
 
 
This Sunday
22:37 / 04.05.07
It does get better with age. But it's drinkable now.

There's a t-shirt to sell millions.

Or the subtitle of a thesis on Nowist Culture in the Post-Marketeering Neomarxist Solipsistic Superconsumer Sociopolitical Context.
 
  

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