Maybe...

Catch said:

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Maybe...

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I'm going through an 18 pack a night Mon-Thursday, and no telling how much on the weekends. But on the plus side, I forget to eat when I drink, so I'm still losing weight...

Someday a kid will get on here and ask who catch is.

The reaction will be like when Smalls asked who Babe Ruth is.

bigjag19 said:

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Someday a kid will get on here and ask who catch is.

The reaction will be like when Smalls asked who Babe Ruth is.

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And it will be a bit like Woodstock - a lot more folks will claim to have witnessed some of these stories than were actually there in real life.

You've never heard of the Sultan of Smashed? The titan of tanked? The colossus of chug? The king of cranked?

The Great Boozer!

So, as hard as I've tried, I'm still not dead. Found myself in a new relationship about 6-7 months ago that I feel some of y'all might appreciate hearing about. Was just trying to get some pandemic ***** on Tinder and matched with a woman who wasn't scared of my overly honest profile where I describe myself as nothing less than a **** show. Our first date was at St. James Cabaret, AKA, The Church. It was her choice, so I somehow felt we were gonna click. We had lunch and I shared many of my stories to see how quick she'd run. Most recently about a stripper from Mons Venus in Florida that I took to a party out there who proceeded to beat a dude twice her size into the ground. But that's a story for another day. She did not run, but it was either a Tuesday or Wednesday meet & greet situation, so she did have to take off shortly after lunch. But she left me $60 in $1's and a 30mg Aderall when she left, so I immediately knew she was a keeper. I probably should have left when she did, but I'm still very much stupid. Did y'all know there is a pool out back of The Church? I did not. Evidently nor did I believe that it being closed at the time applied to me. So, I evidently stripped down to my boxers and hopped on in. Luckily the stripper (Genie) who brought me out back to smoke and eat mozzarella sticks was nice enough to have our waitress keep security out and get me a towel. Made good friends with the bathroom attendant. Hugged him in the middle of restroom for a good 10 minutes before Genie came in and rescued him. Pretty sure I pulled out my dick to show Genie in one of the back rooms to request a rating. That's a bit fuzzy. My memory, not my Dick. All along I continued texting my Tinder date who left early to keep her apprised of the shenanigans she was missing out on. Stayed until close dropping way more $ than intended, but Genie earned it for babysitting me. Met my date again the next day to buy some edibles for my mother and fill in the gaps of my evening. And we've been seeing each other ever since.
Genie also checks in on me from time to time just to make sure I'm still alive. Evidently I made an impression...

He is risen!

so...what do you do on the weekends?

Genie got big cans?

RK said:

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so...what do you do on the weekends?

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Ha! I don't even know what day of the week it is most of the time these days. days blend together working from home. But when I do actually pay attention to the calendar I seem to be splitting my weekend time between Louisiana and Florida. Louisiana because my Tinder girl moved there. Some stupid **** about getting divorced, selling her house, and having no place to live except a family rental home she could live in for free until figuring out her post-divorce finances. Florida because I somehow became an investor in a micro brewery out in Tarpon Springs and my best friend, who is one of the owners, moved out there to work behind the bar full time. Lots of boozing being done in both cases.

So I guess I should plug the brewery...
If anyone somehow finds themselves out in Tarpon Springs, FL, hit up Unrefined Brewing.
If they have Mexican Candy on tap, give it a try, that's the beer I created. It's a Jalapeo & Strawberry California Common, and it turned out pretty ****ing good.

Catch said:

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RK said:

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so...what do you do on the weekends?

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Ha! I don't even know what day of the week it is most of the time these days. days blend together working from home. But when I do actually pay attention to the calendar I seem to be splitting my weekend time between Louisiana and Florida. Louisiana because my Tinder girl moved there. Some stupid **** about getting divorced, selling her house, and having no place to live except a family rental home she could live in for free until figuring out her post-divorce finances. Florida because I somehow became an investor in a micro brewery out in Tarpon Springs and my best friend, who is one of the owners, moved out there to work behind the bar full time. Lots of boozing being done in both cases.

So I guess I should plug the brewery...
If anyone somehow finds themselves out in Tarpon Springs, FL, hit up Unrefined Brewing.
If they have Mexican Candy on tap, give it a try, that's the beer I created. It's a Jalapeo & Strawberry California Common, and it turned out pretty ****ing good.

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You brought visions of Carl Spackler to my head when he was telling Ty about his mixture of California Sensimilla and Kentucky blue that you could play 18 on and then go home and get stoned to the bejeezus off of.

Well done.

a true tine legend lives on