Hot Take:

Hot take:

Stop making drunks get sober. Accommodate it just like any disability.

13 beers. Loads of snacks.

“Well, I better go. Everyone seems to be gone.” They announced to the only other person in the room.

“Thanks for coming it…*Hig* was good to see you. I didn’t know you weren’t *burp* drinking anymore, I wouldn’t have gotten so *urp* drunk. “

“No problem, It was good seeing ya. I had fun. Maybe I’ll stop by in a few weeks and we can hang and watch a movie?”

“Sure!”

Next week

“Hey, how are ya?”

“Oh, hey *burp* I wasn’t expecting ya. I’m a little drunk, hope that’s like, ok?”

“No problem, It doesn’t bother me, I’ve been in control a while.”

*stumbles* “I’m gonna get another few beers, be right back”

*Puts two beers down on the coffee table*

*Slurring a bit* “Go ahead and have that other beer *gurp*. I’m full. One beer won’t knock you off the wagon”

Just the one.

(Well…)

*crack* *sip*

TO BE CONTINUED

Shot

Beer15

…”You know, if you keep gaining weight and not paying attention to these dangerous numbers in your chart you have five years, tops.

*wheeze…pant…* “thank…gasp…you dr.“ is all you can muster.

Your partner eases you back into the car. They gently whisper in your ear, “changes indeed will be happening, let’s surprise the doctor and make it two years.”