My parents drink.
My parents drink every day, way more than the limits set by president Tony. But they don't get drunk - ever. Technically they are hammered but you would never know. A bottle of wine each, a few large scotches or vodka for mum is a weekday night. Needless to say they aren't going to last too long.

But I repeat, they don't get drunk, they don't shout or scream, they don't order pizzas, they tend to watch a crap movie on fiver and fall asleep - then be up and chirpy at 6 in the morning - I would not be able to do this. Nor have breakfast, or actually function - I know what I am like on a Saturday morning.

Besides their casual alcoholism, holidays as a child were somewhat interesting. As exotic drinks were available, usually poured rather larger than normal, and usually stronger than back at home.

One lingering memory, is that of my obese mother, naked, pooing and vomiting into the bath. I shall never use that bathroom again. I shall also never allow her Baileys, following flaming Zambukas. Who say's it's the young that cause the most problems. (I was 30 at the time).

Length, well her bikini line keeps her ankles warm.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 16:32, 2 replies)

Perhaps the drinking's a result of you still living at home past the age of 30 and having nothing but contempt for you parents?
Just a thought.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 1:26, closed)

LOL - what a lovely image
Don't know why people spend thousands of pounds on detox in fancy rehabs, when (almost) everyone has a perfectly good bath to simultaneously vomit and piss in all in the privacy of their own homes.

Mind you I do know of one guy who drowned headfirst in his own toilet. Not a pretty sight after 2 weeks.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 12:12, closed)