Don’t stop mate. The only thing that makes this ride bearable is a few aul huckin hints. You’ll thank me in a few hours.
Reading this thread while I’m giving to society by doing Dry July gives me an enormous sense of self satisfaction and smugness.
Which is handy to gloss over the complete and utter boredom of living without alcohol. Fucking hell, life is very very very fucking boring without beer and red wine.
Home grown vegetables not doing it for you these days?
Might as well sign in early. Going to Vegas tomorrow for three nights. I am already depressed at the thoughts of how bad I am going to feel on Monday and Tuesday morning. Will likely blow at least $300 - 400 a day over the three days, that’s on top of the cost of the flights and hotel. Such a waste.
Wedding the following weekend so no respite either.
FML.
Tinnion in a few months…
:lol: 
More like…
I don’t know what’s happened but in the last 5 months or so I just have no interest in drinking. It bores me if I’m honest and the few times I’ve been out having a few I’ve ended up going on the water and clock watching until I can get the fuck out of there.
Maybe I’m being slipped estrogen on the sly but I’m beginning to loath drink and drinkers.
[quote=“ChocolateMice, post: 571374”]Maybe I’m being slipped estrogen on the sly but I’m beginning to loath drink and drinkers.
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Unfortunately you’ve gone and got yourself a girlfriend and she’s subconsciously started to control you and move you away from drinking with the lads.
Yes, I pondered on this myself. But I moved my self away from drinking with the lads a long time back as they are all junkies. It’s a sad story really pal, as my real besties are scattered around the country and I’m cast as a lonely figure, or stranger in my own town.
It’s more than pussy control though, I’d actually rather go for a run than have a few beers, or watch tv. And she is always up for the auld vino/vodka.
Like Tinnion, but kinda opposite to Tinnion too, I’ve lost my spark.
Signing in…in advance.
Feeling poorly today.
It’s Sunday Totti. Its not possible to suffer like this on a Sunday. Head straight to your closest watering hole and get tanked up again and push the suffering out until monday .
I was plied with copious amounts of shots and double whiskeys last night. I’m in a bad way here, I may have made a show of myself last night. Reckon I will be wallowing here in self-pity here for the rest of the day. I am not looking forward to work tomorrow.
Signining in for 10am tomorrow when I’m dying and have to drive from Boston to New York. And do some work when I get back.
Hurling depression
I can vaguely remember the 74 all Ireland final on b&w telly at home with a bunch of neighbours in for the game. Since then I have been at the 4 limerick losing finals and am now seriously wondering if I will ever see a win in my lifetime. I wish I could find the words to express how much hope and longing I together with friends and family have invested over the years. I cant find any hope now.
don’t mind wondering, ye haven’t a hope of winning a munster let alone all ireland
Bit of tough love there from Chewie…
Thanks ever so much chewie, look forward to seeing ye again in thurles next year for the also-ran decider
Chin up CCHA.
The sun is shining here in Galway. I can see the the back entrance to Ballybrit from the office window here and the atmosphere is building.
Giddy the fcuk up.