He’ll eat through a straw for a few weeks when he wakes up.
Poor little man…
Liquid courage rules pic.twitter.com/JlDzyUaXBc
— Dean Blundell (@ItsDeanBlundell) July 17, 2022
I don’t drink for a few reasons, and this is one of them.
I can’t count how many times I’ve stood toe to toe with someone who could murder me during my drinking career (30-44).
Bouncers, other drunk dudes who dared to bump my drink-carrying arm, it didn’t matter after 15 Vodka Sodas. I was fucking Hercules.
Booze is called ‘The Great Separator” for a reason. If you drink enough of it, you separate yourself from objective reality and your ability to reason. If you drink enough over a long period, you’ll separate yourself from your money, friends, and family.
I don’t judge. Booze is great in moderation, and this kid didn’t get the memo.
Looks like a quick way to learn about the cost of dental surgery.
— Mark Bourrie (@MarkBourrie) July 17, 2022
Can the big guy shoot right and play D? https://t.co/1sFsDh7cI2
— Leo Reyes🇵🇭🇨🇦😎🐈 (@seyerpa) July 17, 2022
Is the kid sleeping in his piss? Yup. But the bouncer could have torn him in half, and his restraint can only result from his calm demeanor and years of courageous drunk challenging him to feats of strength after a few hours of table service.
The kid is lucky the bouncer didn’t Edward Norton his teeth into the curb a la American History X.
I use this as a life lesson if I’m the sleeping twink.
Maybe don’t drink ALL the Sangria next time. Mix in some water and a street-glizzy to soak up the idiot juice. Or switch to pot. Stoners never get punched out after a gravity bong session at a hookah bar.
You’re welcome.
