“A lady came up to me one day and said ‘Sir! You are drunk’, to which I replied ‘I am drunk today madam, and tomorrow I shall be sober but you will still be ugly.”
Getting wasted on weekends might not be the most ideal way to spend time with yourself and/or with your buddies but it can be really fun. Too much alcohol intake can be unspeakably lethal so I guess moderation should really come in.
I was a lone wolf when I grew up, not the typical socially inept dork with unutterable horrendous clothes, but.. okay, I was. I didn’t have my own circle of friends which I could call my own barkada— big fat loner so to speak.
On my 21st birthday, Mom gave me the leeway of how I will celebrate it. Given that time that I became a man already (doubtful on that note), I chose for it to be something about booze and beer which really created madness at our garage looking like a cool neon streaked pounding party crib.
She’s one of the more-than-60 cousins that I have for whom I dedicated my birthday to and shared the good food and cold beer with. Everyone came in with their shoes on, or maybe with “my” pairs of shoes on.
The perks and the backlash of getting drunk are such a spectacle to me. For the narrow-headed, it’s a taboo. For the cool, it’s liberating. For the skeptic, it’s a reality check. For the lovers, it’s a libido solution.
You can get naked at the most popular beach in the Philippines.
Or, carry your heaviest friend.
Or, dance with a hot stranger.
Or, kiss a non-living thing.
Or, become a power ranger.
Or, laugh your ass out loud. 
Or, simply get a skull-to-skull picture.
Or, get cross-eyed while your girl-friend kisses your honorable cheeks.
Or, as a drinking chestnut, Pass out with a capital P.
Or, show how much you love your special someone.
Or, get you own dose of tequila straight from the bottle.
Or, just simply get yourself a dip and have a happy slumber on the floor.
Whether or not you get drunk, for so long as you do it with moderation and control, everything shall be in awesome fun house, a joyride full of laughter and a somersault of booze.
They say it’s really a part of human growth, not of growing old but of growing up, for the former is mandatory and the latter is optional. So, the next time a lady speaks of your being drunk, stand straight, hug her tight and greet her a Merry Merry Christmas.
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