Drink and be merry!

      I've never enjoyed bars. But, this is a place to meet women.
      The last bar I visited had a pool tables. Well, guess what happened.
      I fight broke out at the pool table. I left quickly.
      This is not fun.

      In Ireland they slant the floor back from the bar so when you have to
      much you stagger backwards away from the bar. They also serve meals
      in bars.. Not a good idea. There is a lot of puking;
      not fun.

      I can get drunk quick. This has got me mugged.
      Muggers love drunks. I usually throw up after being mugged.
      Yet desperate to have fun, I'll stumble along singing.
      I must confess I don't drink in bars anymore.

      If I'm really masochistic I'll get drunk at home.
      Recently, I got drunk on a small bottle of red wine.
      I tripped over my cat and fell backwards into my lazy boy chair.
      The chair fell backwards and I couldn't get up.
      I thought about calling 911.

      Eventually, I rolled out of it.
      My general opinion of alcohol is puke.
      It just doesn't interest me.
      A strange thing for an Irishman to say.
      But, I'm also Jewish..(not practicing)

      As an Alter boy at Saint Peters, I witnessed Priest get drunk
      on communal wine.
      Think about how many Masses they would service.
      I don't know what kind of wine they were drinking.
      But, it had a kick.


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