Another Weekend, Another Fallen Soilder

It is another Saturday and I am so proud of the people I surround myself with on the weekend. A day of booze cruisin' on a pontoon up and down the Ohio river comes to a screeching halt after the boat docks.

My good friend here cannot wait to get off the boat and try his sea legs on land. Apparently, someone paid the gravity bill at the marina and it took him by suprise.

Not sure how long he laid there, because he was still there after we left an hour later.

Looking forward to next weekend.
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Piss Drunk

We have all been there. A night a fun that quickly turns ugly the moment that one drink hits your lips. That one adult beverage that put you into a drunken tailspin from which you cannot recover.

Normally, this type of an event happens around friends. So when I think getting on the Hindenburg is a good idea, my friend let me know they smell gas and don't let me fire up a cigarette.

So where in the wide world of sports are this girl's friends? It is bad enough to pass out at a private party, but to pass out, on a bench inside Newport's levee, and then piss your pants...Priceless. Lord only knows how long she laid in those piss pants.

Here is to getting literally piss drunk.