From: ESInterGalactic It has come to my attention that when you die, you get to wrestle
Jesus. You get the best damn tights, grease up with the finest vaseline
and have a damn good 'cut' man in your corner. Jesus gets all the
Angels Of God. Now the trick is, at least according to my latest
visions, is that if you are a Catholic, you get a Protestant referee.
If you are Protestant, you get a Catholic referee. If you are Muslim
you get a Jew ref, if you are a Jew you get an eight legged squid. Why?
Because thats what God does when he doesn't know the answer, he justs
makes shit up ---DUCKBILL PLATYPUS, Hello! So I died and there I was
greasing up to wrestle Jesus and the word came down...Fuckin Buddha was
the ref! Jesus Christ, I knew my asshole was an umbrella holder for
Satan then....
From: DukeDude Jaz wrote: guess your knappy head must be thrilled with your pecker eh?
From: Screaming Blue (micahFNORD@iws.bc.ca) Congrats. You have passed the ADB gauntlet. In record time. And
survived!
From: Leaf (leaf@Leaf.demon.co.uk) Leaf-- hope a had a good initiation into the fuzzy world of ADB!
(Alkaselzer and a shot of voddy is a good remedy, eh?)
From: Mark Mathu No one's ever killed another person just by having alcohol on their breath.
From: Sully (sully@drunkenbastards.org) Cheers to that! Last night in the midst of many Brandys, Kate's ma was
observed to lose her balance and fall right over in the middle of the
kitchen. She was then heard to say: "How did that happen?" It took her
a few moments to force herself back into a standing situation. Nobody
was a bit concerned, and in fact, we were all fairly thankful that we
had the foresight to be sitting down. Much harder to fall down when
you're sitting in an armchair.
From: Jaz Heh, It's probably just Spooge anyhow.
From: Why Mars Only the true DB'd can holf ther real alcohl, The thing is wither the
people can hadale sleeping someone, Yet Deamon SEEd would never Know this
Because that he is a Dhead thant love tree hugen bean eatten Hippies.
later!!!
From: leibold (leibold@inf.uni-jena.de) I hope my facial wounds won't break open from the laughing.
From: Mat Taberner I'd have thought you'd have learnt your lesson by now - steer clear of vixens and go for badgers like I do.
From: Screaming Blue (micahFNORD@iws.bc.ca) The world is not only stranger than we think, it's stranger than we CAN think.
Fortunately, It's not stranger than we can DRINK.
From: Robin Pastorio-Newman Ted Sikorski tried Your Diva's patience with: Whoopsie! Dahhhhlink, you've incurred my delicate wrath. Especially
since The One *True* Tami has one CHARMING supernatural power:
I call her up. She brings over Jack Daniels. To my house.
From: vette94@earthlink.net I thought I'd come to point if I kept trying but it seem
sunlikely now. Recent research into my tendeincies show that the most
ludicrous stuff comes 6-10 lines into the post and only hen I don't
look up. Saftey firtds and all.
From: George Beer is one excellent pastime which is always pleasant to partake in
on the weekends. A limit should always be set on ones drinking
though. Wether your limit is vomiting over a bathroom sink, or
socially having a beer, it is that individuals choice.
From: Gail Warnings I gave up wine for Lent, but in the face of a fucking goddam snowstorm,
I said fuck it, Dan said fuck it, and we polished off the one bottle of wine
and one of champagne that was left. Do I have to go to fucking confession
now? Screw Catholocism anyway. And F Jackie too.
From: Robin Pastorio-Newman Editor's Note: Response to a post about women giving themselves alcohol douches to increase their buzz
This one brings a whole new meaning to the term "drunken cunt"...
From: Darsy Editor's Note: Darsy's take on updating the HOB
If I said that I'm currently updating the thing, it'd look like I'm
only saying that cos of the current nonsense, so I won't, even though
I am.
From: DukeDude Ever pondered your own existence? Questioned it? Wondered if you really
existed?
From: Kaleesto If yer buyin I'll have a coors light since I discovered this St Patty's day
that I can no longer drink hard liquor.
From: Beavis Well I just thought I'd let you all know what I've been up to this week.
From: RedBull goddam stupid news erver needing a subject
like i fucking remember what i teyped.
goddramit, fimes lik ethis i'm ashamed to be anerd
i remember gree fish.
From: spliff <spliff@bongwater.com> if we all liked the
same thing then Budweiser truely would be the "King o' Beers".
With the variity of things to get drunk and pass out with the world is
a much nicer place...
From: Trigger So anyway, after paying that cunt off (it took some major restructuring of the
next few month's bills - mostly deciding who to piss off first), I figured there
was nothing for it but a great big fucking bottle of vodka, which I am well
into at the moment.
From: E.S.InterGalactic <path@telepath.com> I rest my case, but not around you bastards because you
would drink it.
From: liebold You can also simply get so drunk that you eat someone's cigarette,
because you don't want him to smoke it. However there is a chance of you
throwing up in time to survive, which is why I am still here.
From: darsy@sticky.co.uk (darsy) What I did was somewhat more deviant than the normal vodka flavouring
process.
From: Jaz <Jaz@ciderman.dircon.co.uk> (To be imagined to the tune of that dreadfully annoying song "Sunscreen")
From: ratslapper Dave C. wrote: Yeah.........Ingredients: 1 box Kraft dinner some water maybe some salt
1 26 oz bottle of Three Feathers Directions: Come home from liquor store
with ingredients. Place Kraft Dinner on counter and forget about. Open
bottle. Drink. Sleep off. Go back to liquor store for more before those
fucking white worms reappear on your skin
From: bholbrook <bholbrook@my-deja.com>
From: Trigger at Canajun Immigration I was asked three questions, "Where are you arriving from" (I croaked out "Las Vegas", as my throat was pretty much toast from pouring vodka and ‘merkin cigarettes down it all weekend), "Were you travelling alone?" ("Yes"), and "Did you meet anyone there?" ("Yup" is all I could manage, but I *wanted* to say, "Honey, you have *no* fucking idea!") That last question still baffles me, but I don’t question people that have the authority to shine a flashlight up my ass.
From: Timo Nieminen <timo_nieminen@bigpond.com> One advanatge of many jobs is that going and buyign a case of whiskey to celebrate the first paycheck happens more often
From: jaZZmanian Devil While drunkenly handing out advice, I realized there's one piece that
might be worth sharing with all.
From: Trigger cde@rocketmail.com wrote: >There is a proper time and place for getting drunk. One should get drunk Or.... you could just crack a beer in the morning and get on with it
On to the 14th ADB Quote Page
Subject: Re: Martian Lunches
Date: Sat, 05 Dec 1998 22:43:21
Subject: Re: Vote For Most Annoying DB!!
Date: 1998/12/08
>Little things please little minds.
DukeDude----up your duckhole
Subject: Re: Vote For Most Annoying DB!!
Date: 1998/12/13
You delurked, credit card in hand (wise move), then hassled the
locals, got hassled back, started/were responsible for several snarky
threads, flirted (even subconsciously) with the wimmin and Nips, got
georg to reveal more of her history, made me post a whole
shitloa^H^H^H^H^H^Hwhack of posts, got us all fighting amongst
ourselves, then for a finale discovered humility, embarassment and
mixed drinks ALL IN ONE POST! Nice touch with the drunken spelling
too.
I'm gonna try a tequila and orange (sorry, "tequilla and oarnge")
tonight in your honor.
Subject: Re: At Chez georg and jaZZ's
Date: 1998/12/13
Subject: Re: The N.J. State Police got...
Date: 1998/12/23
Subject: Re: Drunken Uncles
Date: 1998/12/28
This morning over breakfast was told the story of Kate's GreatUncle's
wife. A formerly practicing burlesque dancer, she took to drinking with
a male friend while the GU was at work. This led to a multi-state crime
spree, consisting of armed robbery of a number of service stations.
When apprehended, the money was discovered to have been stashed in a,
shall we say, "Personally Private" place. She did 5 years in prison.
Ghod, family is fun at the holidays.
-Sully
Subject: Re: Las Vegas Hotel Bargains
Date: 02/01/1999
And him being in the same bar as 40+ Dbs is like sticking your head in a
Oso's mouth after fastening ribs and chicken wings to your head
Subject: Re: Ok well I give up
Date: 02/07/1999
Subject: Re: Hay wanta have some fun with a bitch from MADD?
Date: 02/09/1999
Subject: Re: Fucked up flick list (was Re: Vacation
Date: 02/10/1999
I've got three. I only need one more for the full set.
I'll...umm..get my...you know.
Subject: Re: my .sig
Date: Friday, February 12, 1999 12:30 AM
Subject: Re: Stuff and stuff
Date: 02/15/1999
>Oh, yeah...And OTTami loses the "best deity" contest until such time as
>she can turn water into wine.
>annoyed Ted
Now, if you happen to have a better deity-response-system, I'm willing
to listen, but it better include something like free plastic surgery for
the terminally unattractive.
Subject: Re: DB phone number list
Date: 02/17/1999
Subject: >
Date: >
Subject: Re: Fuck Lent
Date: 03/04/1999
Gail
P.S. My psychotic preteen daughter spent the day on goddam AOL
Subject: Re: Jesus H. Charles Bukowski
Date: 03/10/1999
Subject: Re: FLATCAP WEBPAGE HAS OPENED FOR BUSINESS!!!!
Date: 03/12/1999
Oh, BTW - fuck that lot of you, I'm off to the pub.
Subject: Re: I'm drunk, therefor I am
Date: 03/17/1999
If so, you're a fucking moron. The proof of your existence lies in your
ability to question it. However, the relevence of your existence lies in
your ability to get drunk and maintain a perspective of drunken
bastardry.
Why?
Cause drunken bastardry is the way of things!!!!!!!
Subject: Re: I am Starting
Date: 03/20/1999
There is nothing worse than having your boss tell you what you did the night
before and your mom telling you that you stripped naked in front of her...
nevermind.
Subject: Re: I got 'dem rehab blues
Date: 03/22/1999
Started the week by taking a few too many drugs and drinking more than I
should.This led to me being suspended from work and referred to a
counselling service for health-care professionals. Oh yeah, I managed to
crash the new car twice as well.
Subject: Re: fucking piece of shit
Date: 03/27/1999
what's better than fre fish?
NOTHING!
oh yah
magic mirror ion the floor (that's where i'll be soon)
tell me telme tell mte hey
did all the drunks have fun today?
is aw figjam and tielion and pedro and a bunch ofpeople i've never met
cuz who the fuck's up at 630 in the morning?
a bunhc of ther drivel.
thus entedh the introspective piace "redbull: portrait of a drunk
if you have any questions go fuck yuerself in the pisser you drity
wanker.
so long and thanks ter all the fish
reddrunk
Subject: Re: Something a little different.
Date: Friday, April 23, 1999 5:44 PM
Subject: Re: It Just Gets Better'n Better...
Date: 04/24/1999
And it's working as I'd known it would - I just dont' fucking care aboot
anything right now, least of all the increasing number of cocksuckers that
want a piece of my hard-earned pie. Fuck 'em all I say, and fuck 'em with a
big old stick
Subject: Re: New Curse Terminology
Date: 04/25/1999
Subject: Re: suicide by drinking
Date: 04/30/1999
leibold
Subject: Re: curried vodka
Date: 1999/05/14
I'd had rather a large Indian takeaway one night, and had quite a bit
left over the following morning. I re-heated and ate most of it, as
per normal.
However, one of the things I had left was Vindaloo Sauce (I'd bought
an extra carton of it to go with some Naan bread or something - I
forget exactly why now).
I thought it would be a good idea to use it as a mixer for vodka, so I
made a big fuckoff pint of vodka vindaloo on the rocks. It was
"interesting".
I don't think I'd do it again.
Subject: i got bored
Date: 06/17/1999
If I could offer you only one drink for the future, ADB would be it. The long-term
benefits of this NG have been consistently misunderstood by sober people,
whereas the rest of my bollocks has no basis more reliable than my own drunken
experience.
I will slur this advice now.
Enjoy the downloading and uploading of your Newsreader. Oh, never mind. You will
not understand the slow server and missing postings of best drunken typings until
they are faded.
But fack you, in 20 years, you'll look back at DBfest jpgs of yourself grinning stupidly
into the camera and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much alcohol you
spilled and how fabulous fleeting memories of it really was.
You are not as much like Gray as you imagine.
Don't worry about where the next posting is lagged from. Or worry, but know that
worrying is as effective as trying to get a Flatcap around the world and back to
Vegas in 4 months.
The real troubles in your ADB life are apt to be Asshuffers that never got a life, like
the unexpected near-idiot that posts on some idle Tuesday.
Post one thing every day that irrates someone.
Post badly.
Be reckless when aimlessly asking others for delurk drinks.
Don't put up with people who are reckless when you delurk.
Post complete shit.
Don't waste your time on Gray.
Sometimes you're pissed, sometimes you're cabbaged.
The killfile is long and, in the end, it's only to the betterment. Make up compliments
you received. Return the insults.
If you don't succeed in doing this drink more beer now.
Keep your old ring pulls. Throw away your old cans.
Wretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know when you might dry-out in your life. The most
interesting people I know didn't know at 22 when they would sober up. Some of the
most interesting 40-year-olds I know still haven't.
Get plenty of kebabs. Don't be too kind to your liver. You'll hardly miss it
when it's gone.
Maybe you'll pull, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll get some bird up the duff, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll enter rehab at
40, maybe you'll dance the nude conga at your 75th University Reunion.
Whatever you do, congratulate yourself far too much and berate others. Your
choices are half alcohol influenced. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy someone else's body.
Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what the lads might
think of it. It's probably the only time you'll ever pull.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but on the street with a can of Special Brew.
Ignore the directions, don't ever follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, just cut out the pictures and put them on your wall.
Get to know your parents. You never know when you'll have to tap them for
some cash. Be nice to your barman. They're your best link to the bar and the person
most likely to stop you getting your head kicked by a bouncer when paralytic in the
future.
Understand that favourite drinks come and go, but with a precious flammable few
you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in strength and consistency, because the older you
get, the harder it will be to neck ales like when you were young.
Live in London once, but leave before it makes you a ponce.
Live in Liverpool once, but leave before everything you own gets stolen.
Dribble.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Beer prices will rise. Bouncers will throw you out. You, too, will get a
hangover.
And when you do, you'll fantasise that when you were young, prices were
reasonable, bouncers couldn't catch you, and hangovers were NEVER as bad as
this.
Respect alcoholics.
Don't expect anyone else to buy you a beer.
Maybe you'll have a huge overdraft.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy bird.
But you never know when either one might stop getting you pissed.
Don't mess too much with alcopops or by the time you're 25 you will look like a
faggot.
Be careful whose cheap booze you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Cheap booze is a form of rip-off. Dispensing it is a way of fishing old stock from the
disposal, wiping it off, painting over the sell-by date and re-selling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the alcohol.
Subject: Re: Kraft Dinners- Shelf-life?
Date: 07/30/1999
>I almost hate to ask this but do any of you guys have Kraft dinner recipes to
>trade?
Subject: Twenty-two things AA and ADB have in common
Date: 08/01/1999
Twenty-two things AA and ADB have in common:
1. To prove that they're "true" drunks, newcomers are expected to relate a choice
tale of debauchery.
2. Telephone calls among members, at any time of the day or night, are not only
tolerated but encouraged.
3. "Speaking for the group" is frowned upon but is done anyway, usually with a
disclaimer.
4. Members sometimes disappear for lengthly periods of time and then return with
no explanation given and none expected.
5. Members view outsiders with suspicion.
6. Each group holds an annual international convention.
7. A list of contacts is available for members who seek comradeship while visiting
cities they're unfamiliar with.
8. An archive of aphorisms and anecdotes is maintained to which
oldtimers sometimes allude.
9. Newcomers are expected--and sometimes overtly advised--to
familiarize themselves with this lore.
10. In order to be fully accepted by the group, a newcomer must discern who the
outcast of the moment is and behave towards that person
accordingly.
11. Members respond with hostility to any commercial intrusion into their discourse.
12. There is no leader. Rules of behavior are defined and enforced by consensus.
13. This consensus is reached through a process that doesn't resemble
parliamentary debate as much as it does a sloppy barroom brawl.
14. Newcomers who show promise are frequently offered advice--sometimes
solicited and sometimes not--by more experienced members.
15. Oldtimers sometimes complain bitterly about the way the group has changed
over the years. Often, to underscore their displeasure, they threaten to leave.
16. Sometimes these oldtimers *do* leave, only to return after
realizing their departure was impulsive and that no one really gives a damn whether
they leave or stay.
17. Members may express any opinion they wish so long as they're prepared to be
flogged mercilessly for it.
18. Acts of the most outrageous sort are forgiven provided they were committed
while the perpetrator was under the influence.
19. Members, almost without exception, love the sound of their own voices. Many
have raised the act of pontification to a fine art.
20. The level of education attained, on average, is considerably higher among
members than among members of the general populace.
21. Occupations that require highly developed verbal skills are
disproportionately represented.
22. Members find the subjects of drinking and drunkenness endlessly fascinating.
Subject: Re: What I Did On My Summer Vacation
Date: 09/02/1999
Subject: Re: must ... have ... drink ... soon
Date: Thursday, September 30, 1999 8:37 AM
Subject: Re: Holiday Drunk Tips
Date: 12/27/1999
The question was asked, "How can I keep the darned soda from fizzing
up in the glass and going all over the counter?"
In my immediate helpful way I responded, "Well, if you'd pour the
fucking whisky in first, the soda won't foam at all. Try it that way
next time, dipshit."
Of course, the fact that this advice had apparently been given to a
rather shocked teenager who was drinking *only* soda, in no way takes
away from its validity for those making mixed drinks at their in-laws,
or elsewhwere. Hopefully it will do you some good someday.
Subject: Re: heard it from an elder
Date: 01/01/2000
>before flowers in the daytime, in order to assimilate their light and color;
>and one should get drunk in snow in the nighttime, in order to clear his
>thoughts. A man getting drunk when happy at success should sing, in order to
>harmonize his spirit; and a man getting drunk at a farewell party should
>strike a musical tone, in order to strengthen his spirit. A drunk scholar
>should be careful in his conduct, in order to avoid humiliations; and a drunk
>military man should order gallons and put up more flags, in order to increase
>his military splendor. Drinking in a tower should take place in summer, in
>order to profit from the cool atmosphere; and drinking on the water should
>take place in autumn, in order to increase the sense of elated freedom. These
>are proper ways of drunking in respect of mood and scenery, and to violate
>these rules is to miss the pleasure of drinking.