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Saturday afternoon musings, #47

Anyone who tells you that drinking nine pints of Guinness in a single sitting is not a particularly bright idea might just have a point.

16 Replies to “Saturday afternoon musings, #47”

  1. Didn’t I tell you that the last time you did it in front of me?

    Hmmmm?

  2. me says:

    Eh. Done that, been there.

    Head feel kind of soft?

  3. Lloyd says:

    It seems that a good quantity of Dumb Ass usually gets added to my third pint, which makes the following pints much easier to swallow and also gives new meaning to: If you’re gonna be Dumb, Ya gotta be tough.

    Good Luck.

  4. Moneyrunner says:

    Don’t listen to them Jeff.  They just don’t know how to have fun.

    Did you know rocks don’t shed?

  5. Lars says:

    Don’t forget, Guinness is good for you.

  6. Matt Moore says:

    Still wish I’d had time to have at least 6 or so with you.

  7. commander0 says:

    And what point might that be?

  8. david says:

    While I’m visiting my father, I’ve been drinking Guiness by the 23 oz.  I think I had five last night.  Wednesday, I’m pretty sure it was more than that.  I usually quit when I get full.

    And I feel great!

  9. Sean M. says:

    Brilliant!

  10. Beck says:

    Damnit sean, you beat me to it.

  11. Scott P says:

    Unless you’re in Dublin, then I heartily recommend it.  Well, once anyway.

  12. I did get lost afterwards, btw. And very very nearly (and probobably should have) got in a head on collision.

    Good stuff.

  13. Brian J. says:

    You must learn balance, son.

    Only drink Guinness in even quantities.  Eight or ten pints, but never nine!

  14. Consider “probobably” an object lesson.

  15. Jeff Goldstein says:

    Sorry about that.  I would have drawn you a map if I could’ve remembered how to use my hands.

  16. Not at all, a map wouldn’t have helped.

    At the point I became lost, essentially, highway signs and so on had simply lost all meaning. I was looking for the wrong one, in fact, when I found the right one.

    It’s all in God’s hands, at that point.

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