so what is this 'drunk' condition of which I'm told? while making the rounds for thanksgiving today, I imbibed a cream soda and kahlua, two glasses of this really nice dessert red and a half a glass of a dry but passable white, and two quite strong bacardi-and-cokes and I failed to even feel any sort of tingle or buzz or whatever the fuck you're supposed to expect. granted, this was spread out over a period of several hours, but I was rather disappointed in myself, especially since today was really my first deliberate effort to have more than one drink in one sitting. blame my filthy fucking mick genes.
You're the guy in the corner drinking Zima and bragging about your tolerance. That's right, you're Joe Mama.
