It's really hot here today; after a few days of near-rain and cooler temps, it's back to the standard Panhandle summer heat.
I sure wanted something cold to drink earlier; I had finished off the single Diet DP in the fridge and was thirsty for something else. I looked in the fridge, but the jug of cold water just didn't appeal to me. That's when I spied the six-pack of Icehouse beer I had bought a month or two ago. "Probably ain't any good." I thought to myself as I grabbed a bottle and opened it up. I sniffed of it - smelled OK, then took a small sip, ready to spit it out if it tasted "skunky".
Nope, tasted darned good!
I'm on my third one and am starting to slosh a little bit. ("slosh" means to feel it) It's got 5.5% alcohol weight by volume, a little more than regular beers. (Bud has 5%) It's certainly enough for me to feel it, though. I've always been a fairly cheap drunk.
I checked other beer's alcohol content and while doing so, found out that "Icehoused" is a new urban term. The "G" rating of this blog prohibits me from defining it or linking to the sites, but trust me, it basically means "drunk".
Won't be long, maybe with one more beer, that I'll start getting hungry. I've always been that way. I'll certainly need to not drink so much that I can't operate a can opener. Funny how a can of pork 'n beans tastes so good sometimes. If I drink much more than I have already, I'll have trouble sleeping.
Yeah, better close this post out or I'll be guilty of "PWI" - posting while intoxicated. The good thing about getting drunk is that I get so much more clever and witty and oh-so-much more handsome.
Upsate...er..Uplate...uh...Update: I'm just about to go get the sixth one. I put it in my freezer so it will be very cold. I've knocked off five soldiers already, fixin' to put the last one to rest. I'm gettin' a hankerin' for those pork 'n beans.
No beans yet, but I want to dedicate the following tune to all the other drunk sods.
Thank goodness I'm already home.
I sure wanted something cold to drink earlier; I had finished off the single Diet DP in the fridge and was thirsty for something else. I looked in the fridge, but the jug of cold water just didn't appeal to me. That's when I spied the six-pack of Icehouse beer I had bought a month or two ago. "Probably ain't any good." I thought to myself as I grabbed a bottle and opened it up. I sniffed of it - smelled OK, then took a small sip, ready to spit it out if it tasted "skunky".
Nope, tasted darned good!
I'm on my third one and am starting to slosh a little bit. ("slosh" means to feel it) It's got 5.5% alcohol weight by volume, a little more than regular beers. (Bud has 5%) It's certainly enough for me to feel it, though. I've always been a fairly cheap drunk.
I checked other beer's alcohol content and while doing so, found out that "Icehoused" is a new urban term. The "G" rating of this blog prohibits me from defining it or linking to the sites, but trust me, it basically means "drunk".
Won't be long, maybe with one more beer, that I'll start getting hungry. I've always been that way. I'll certainly need to not drink so much that I can't operate a can opener. Funny how a can of pork 'n beans tastes so good sometimes. If I drink much more than I have already, I'll have trouble sleeping.
Yeah, better close this post out or I'll be guilty of "PWI" - posting while intoxicated. The good thing about getting drunk is that I get so much more clever and witty and oh-so-much more handsome.
Upsate...er..Uplate...uh...Update: I'm just about to go get the sixth one. I put it in my freezer so it will be very cold. I've knocked off five soldiers already, fixin' to put the last one to rest. I'm gettin' a hankerin' for those pork 'n beans.
No beans yet, but I want to dedicate the following tune to all the other drunk sods.
Thank goodness I'm already home.
