Freaky how much of that is shudderingly recognisable
I am sitting here now trying to persuade myself not to nip out for that bottle of vodka I crave.

I hide the empties in all sorts of places so the mrs doesn't find them until I can clear them out on a Thursday night while she is at work.

The biggest worry is a bottle of vodka barely even gets me merry now...
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 15:31, 2 replies)

Yeah, tolerance...
...kind of makes it worse, doesn't it? Just makes you have more and more, and that builds up your tolerance, so then you have more and more and more, and the whole dirty cycle continues.

And empties. Shit. I'm a single guy, so I don't have that incentive to get rid of them. I'm moving out soon. I'm going to be trekking back and forth between my room and the bottle bank for half a day...
(HarryTheMole whatever's on my finger is going in your mouth, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 20:27, closed)

I wonder if you are who I think you are?
Are you in oz?

Cos I might know your missus, and she might already know.

And if it is you, pity she's such a bitch and you and I can't drink together anymore.
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 5:28, closed)