I've been on a bender since 11am...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

hope you're not too hung over Suu!

Was it worth it?

THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.

Today is a wine day.

You may continue to ask me anything.

At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?

at the rate I'm going? Probably pretty fucking soon.

They have juke boxes in those places, you know.  You can listen to Bad Company or even Led Zepplin while you pass out with your face plastered to the bar.  You can tell the high class places, because the floors are level.  Try to ignore the mullets on the 45-50 year old guys that will drool on themselves while they give you their best pickup lines from the 80s.

"I WAS BOORNNN......SIX GUN IN MY HAAAAAAAAND...." *FACE PLANTS*

Also, the many and varied songs of AC/DC.

There will probably be a pool table with unidentifiable stains on it.  Everyone in the place will be in their 50s, even if they're really only 30.  Most of them will sit perfectly still and concentrate on the job at hand (ie, to get drunk on cheap liquor or shitty beer).  A couple will be loud and obnoxious, which they will mistake for being "rowdy". 

And the bathroom will smell like Johnny Cash.

(He's been dead for about 10 years.)

[Suu]

I've been told that I was approximately 51 years old quite often this summer. This place seems to fit the bill.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I've been told that I was approximately 51 years old quite often this summer. This place seems to fit the bill.

Well, if you're going to drink yourself blind, you may as well do it right.

Ensure that you leave lipstick on the glass for the next customer.

[Suu]

I've been told that I was approximately 51 years old quite often this summer. This place seems to fit the bill.

Well, if you're going to drink yourself blind, you may as well do it right.

Ensure that you leave lipstick on the glass for the next customer.

Yes sir. Bright fucking red, too.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

hope you're not too hung over Suu!

Was it worth it?

THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.

Today is a wine day.

You may continue to ask me anything.

At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?

Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.

This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.

A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.

Godfuckingdammit.

[Suu]

WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

hope you're not too hung over Suu!

Was it worth it?

THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.

Today is a wine day.

You may continue to ask me anything.

At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?

Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.

This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.

A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.

Godfuckingdammit.

Might want to get some blood work done.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN.

WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK THINK?

Actually I think it confuses some of the otherwise eligible bachelors I meet through the local art scene, so I'd better stay single if I ever want a boyfriend again. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

hope you're not too hung over Suu!

Was it worth it?

THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.

Today is a wine day.

You may continue to ask me anything.

At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?

Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.

This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.

A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.

Godfuckingdammit.

Might want to get some blood work done.

Among other things. If only I had money, or insurance.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It's probably just liver cancer; be over in no time.

[Suu]

WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN.

WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK THINK?

Actually I think it confuses some of the otherwise eligible bachelors I meet through the local art scene, so I'd better stay single if I ever want a boyfriend again. 

*sniff*

Lol, nah it's cool.

I think I'm going to crawl around Providence like a black widow, eating my mates for a while.

[East Coast Hustle]

hope you're not too hung over Suu!

Was it worth it?

THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.

Today is a wine day.

You may continue to ask me anything.

At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?

Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.

This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.

A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.

Godfuckingdammit.

I have a stash of psilocybin caramels that work wonderfully as a stand-in for bourbon in the "I wanna get REALLY WEIRD and inflict myself on people who need inflicting" department.

Just try not to pull an ECHGF and start yelling at the old ladies on the lawn of the nursing home that no amount of contrails in the sky can cover up the fact that they smell like death.

[Suu]

I'm really not doing good, right now.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm really not doing good, right now.

Yeah, the daytime heartbreak bender rarely goes well IME. My advice: Eat something, switch to water, and ride it out.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

hope you're not too hung over Suu!

Was it worth it?

THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.

Today is a wine day.

You may continue to ask me anything.

At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?

Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.

This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.

A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.

Godfuckingdammit.

I have a stash of psilocybin caramels that work wonderfully as a stand-in for bourbon in the "I wanna get REALLY WEIRD and inflict myself on people who need inflicting" department.

Just try not to pull an ECHGF and start yelling at the old ladies on the lawn of the nursing home that no amount of contrails in the sky can cover up the fact that they smell like death.

Oh dear!