[BIRD33]

so..

were you with buddies or clients?

Clients at lunch, buddies at the course.

[what?]

See that is part of my problem drinking. I don't remember sometimes, and I don't want to ask. So I assume I did fucked up shit. Then I beat myself up over it.

this is overly pessimistic. assume you were fucking $$$$ while blacked out. live of the party, funny, chicks want you, all that shit - and bask in the glory of it. problem solved

[SanDog]

this is overly pessimistic. assume you were fucking $$$$ while blacked out. live of the party, funny, chicks want you, all that shit - and bask in the glory of it. problem solved

Yeah, I gotta have a more positive mental attitude. And my track record is pretty good actually. It is my wife that fuckered me up. She has me convinced I am an asshole when I drink, when in fact, I am funnier. You are right What? I am going to throw caution to the wind. Fuck that bitch.

[what?]

Yeah, I gotta have a more positive mental attitude. And my track record is pretty good actually. It is my wife that fuckered me up. She has me convinced I am an asshole when I drink, when in fact, I am funnier. You are right What? I am going to throw caution to the wind. Fuck that bitch.

that's the spirit. she'll probably appreciate the whisky dick

[BIRD33]

See that is part of my problem drinking. I don't remember sometimes, and I don't want to ask. So I assume I did fucked up shit. Then I beat myself up over it.

I try not to think about it, seriously.I'd be mortified to watch myself hammered on tape.As long as I don't get arrested or fuck something up big time I wont sweat it but I'll tone it down for a few weeks until the next time.

[SanDog]

Seeing you guys post this here makes me feel better. Nothing better than enablers! You guys are like the enemies of Bill. Thanks!

[BIRD33]

You should try crack.

[SanDog]

You should try crack.

Tastes like shit.

[BIRD33]

Had lunch with some customers yesterday that went at least 3 hours and hooked up with my boys on the links apparently pretty drunk.This was an email I got this morning that was sent to all my friends.



While playing golf at SO and So Golf course yesterday, I started to receive strange phone calls. An BIRD33 kept calling rambling about Vodka Gimlets and other alcoholic beverages. He then called sixteen more times during the front nine demanding to know what hole I was on.

He insisted I meet him at the third hole, but I insisted he meet us in the parking lot. When he did, he through his clubs and shoes across the Cart's bin, stood on the back bumper, and proceeded to berate us with insults in an attempt to get us to drive him to the tee boxes.

Finally, he accepted the fact that he needed his own cart. When he went in to get one, we drove to the tee boxes. A few minutes later he rejoined us, gently saying hello by crashing the side of his cart into ours.

When it was his turn to hit he placed his ball just to the left of the ladies tee. Noticing a group on the tenth tee had observed his week attempt, he felt the need to scold them. "Fuck you assholes, you can go fuck yourselves," was the message he had for them.

They looked on, actually they stared in confused amazement, not knowing how to react. BIRD then perplexed them further, as he drove past his ball and into their fairway. There he dropped a ball and hit back onto ours.

He had trouble keeping his clubs in his bag throughout the rest of the round. Not to mention, his bag had trouble staying on his cart, as he drove it much the same way the Duke boys handled the General Lee.

And if you are wondering, his score reflected his state of mind. I won't throw out a number, but let's just say, BIRD+Vodka+Golf=$$$ for anybody with a clue.

Enjoy your day Gentlemen.

I am reminded of this story about once a year by friends.Apparently I was a mess.