Inspired by a Facebook meme, I have adopted my own Covid test. I open a cold beer, and if I can smell it and taste it, I am negative for Covid. Naturally, this test does not have a lot of statistical significance, so I am repeating it as many times as I can…

Don’t let Zuckerberg corrupt your mind with memes!

Show me the way to go home, I’m tired and I want to go to bed.

I’m guessing you had a little drink about an hour ago and it’s gone right to your head.

Do you want to summon Jaws? Because that’s how you summon Jaws.

Have another drink, then another, and you’ll be dancing soon instead.

Crazy talk. I haven’t even started comparing scars with you guys yet.

I’ve got a 3" scar on my left arm, sustained courtesy of an ill-fated incursion into a Dell Dimension during the Vista wars of ought-seven.

Look at these fuckin’ things. They’re like beartraps.

Didn’t mean nothin’, man.

I had one of those machines. Opening it was like using a prybar to unseal a crypt.

Ever wake up feeling like shit, and terrified when you browse to your favorite forums and/or Facebook, hoping and praying you didn’t say anything stupid? LIAR! Ok, but that’s me right now. At least I’m safe here. This time.

More times than I’d like to admit.

Drunk and high right now Waiting for the wife to return from McD’s. You Cannot judge me! Remove from you eye… your brother has a beam through his eye?

Jesus! His head! His damn HEAD!

Where did that damn thing come from?

I’m only drunk now and won’t be high for a while so absolutely can judge you as an over achiever.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo drunk. I make such bad decisions which aren’t limited to re-invigorating a long-dormant thread. Yay.

Hello! I will likely join you in a few hours. Have to finish the work meetings first. :(

Working on second large drink. Please give details of bad decisions. :)

I’m not drunk (but had a beer a bit ago). But I am trying to get back in drinking shape. I have a bachelor party for a friend to attend this weekend and I’ll be easily the oldest guy there by a decade. I have grand plans to go slow and not try to keep up with the youngsters in the bar. Based on past experience, those plans will disappear from my mind around the second cocktail.

This weekend is going to hurt. If I post here on Friday evening, it ought to be hilarious. If I don’t, send rescuers.

Into the valley of death, my friend. Bachelor parties are… yeah… you’re fucked.

(I’m on my 4th whiskey, btw)

I agree. I haven’t been to a bachelor party since my mid 30s but I recall them being HEAVY drinking affairs. Thanks for the moral support!

What kind of whiskey?

High West Double Rye. So good.

I’m going to go pour another.

edit: Last two bachelor parties I went to, no one has any idea what happened for at least half of it. That we know of anyway.