Sauron
12-22-2004, 10:41 PM
Dear Alcohol,
First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My
friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work
cocktail, a beer with the game, and you're even around in the holidays
hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of
endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about
your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests
at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise
consequences, briefed below for your review.
1. Phone calls:
While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the
suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place
after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-girlfriends
when I know for a fact they do not what to hear from me during the day,
let alone all hours of the night
2. Eating:
Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a
kabob with chili sauce, along with a big Italian hoagie & some stale
chips (washed down with chocolate Nesquik & topped off with a Kit Kat
all after a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic
eater, but I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness:
Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to
improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me
to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks
that appear on my body mysteriously the next day is beyond me.
Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front
door key into the lock.
4. Pictures:
This can be a blessing in disguise, as it can often clarify the last
point below, but the following costumes are banned from ever being
placed on my head in public again: Indian wigs, sombreros, bows, ties,
boxes, upside-down cups, inflatable balloon animals, traffic cones, or
bras. Also, what is with you making me take pictures with people I
clearly don't like when I'm sober. Yet they suddenly become my best
friends when a flash is presented?
5. Beer Goggles:
If I think I may know her from somewhere, I most likely do not.
Please do not request that I go over & see if in fact, I do actually
know that person. The phrase "Let's F***" is illegal from now on. While
I may be thinking this, please reinstate the brain-to-mouth-block that
would stop this thought from becoming a statement, especially in public.
Please stop me from talking to the girl with the crooked teeth;
acned-up face; bad breath, beer belly, etc. Why are they so appealing to
me while I'm with you & why are they so disgusting to me the next
morning after you have worn off??
6. Furthermore:
The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a
little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order,
but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire
day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water,
vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to bed/passing out
facedown on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should
be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily Saturday or Sunday (or
any day for that
matter)
activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would like
to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great
stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion
when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In
order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my
grievances above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer
no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions &
hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you,
From your biggest fan.
Shamelessly taken from the vnboards :P
First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My
friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work
cocktail, a beer with the game, and you're even around in the holidays
hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of
endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about
your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests
at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise
consequences, briefed below for your review.
1. Phone calls:
While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the
suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place
after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-girlfriends
when I know for a fact they do not what to hear from me during the day,
let alone all hours of the night
2. Eating:
Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a
kabob with chili sauce, along with a big Italian hoagie & some stale
chips (washed down with chocolate Nesquik & topped off with a Kit Kat
all after a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic
eater, but I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness:
Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to
improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me
to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks
that appear on my body mysteriously the next day is beyond me.
Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front
door key into the lock.
4. Pictures:
This can be a blessing in disguise, as it can often clarify the last
point below, but the following costumes are banned from ever being
placed on my head in public again: Indian wigs, sombreros, bows, ties,
boxes, upside-down cups, inflatable balloon animals, traffic cones, or
bras. Also, what is with you making me take pictures with people I
clearly don't like when I'm sober. Yet they suddenly become my best
friends when a flash is presented?
5. Beer Goggles:
If I think I may know her from somewhere, I most likely do not.
Please do not request that I go over & see if in fact, I do actually
know that person. The phrase "Let's F***" is illegal from now on. While
I may be thinking this, please reinstate the brain-to-mouth-block that
would stop this thought from becoming a statement, especially in public.
Please stop me from talking to the girl with the crooked teeth;
acned-up face; bad breath, beer belly, etc. Why are they so appealing to
me while I'm with you & why are they so disgusting to me the next
morning after you have worn off??
6. Furthermore:
The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a
little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order,
but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire
day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water,
vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to bed/passing out
facedown on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should
be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily Saturday or Sunday (or
any day for that
matter)
activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would like
to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great
stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion
when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In
order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my
grievances above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer
no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions &
hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you,
From your biggest fan.
Shamelessly taken from the vnboards :P