You're also a drunk if....

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Peeling the label off a beer bottle arouses you.

 

You feel a tinge of pride when someone refers to you as a ?shameless alcoholic.?

 

You were against going to war with Iraq until you found out those poor fuckers aren?t allowed to drink.

 

The first thing you thought when you woke up yesterday was, ?Wow, look at all that gum stuck under the bar!?

 

Your girlfriend left you because you accidentally cried out ?Glenfiddich? while making love.

 

You conduct weekly ?assisted short-term flight? experiments every weekend. With the help of various bouncers.

 

You?re regularly mobbed by autograph hungry alley winos.

 

You were the first person in line at the flu clinic because you heard they were giving away free shots.

 

You like tequila with a lime ? or dirt, or a hamster or whatever, so long as there?s tequila involved.

 

You come home sober and your dog bites you.

 

The cafeteria in the detox center has a sandwich named after you.

 

You can?t recognize your best friend unless he?s leaning against a bar. With a drink in his hand. Drunk.

 

You like a splash of coffee in your morning whiskey.

 

You take swim trunks to brewery tours.

 

You?re kept awake at night by the sound of your liver crying.

 

You prefer cold showers because the ice in your drink doesn?t melt as fast.

 

You?re shocked and confounded to discover they actually sell Coke without Jack Daniels.

 

When a cop asks you to walk a straight line, you ask, ?Which one??

 

You tried getting out of a DUI by putting a beer label on your arm and telling the cop you?re off the booze and on the patch.

 

You woke up on New Years Eve with the resolution of finding out which bars open earliest.

 

Get mad when your family calls you a

wino because they know damn well you prefer whiskey.

 

You?re definition of a problem drinker is guy who won?t buy you a round.

 

You hate the person you become when you black out, because, you know, that fucker drinks all your beer.

 

You know hangovers only last a day, but a good drinking story lives on forever.

 

You don?t like to think of it as blacking out. You prefer to think of it as exercising the lizard brain.

 

The only useful thing you got out of an A.A. meeting was learning how to identify your enablers. Because, hey, those guys are most likely to buy you a drink.

 

You distrust any wine that doesn?t give you a decent hangover.

 

A good drinking buddy will bail you out of jail, but a great drinking buddy will be sitting in the cell beside you, saying, ?Man, that was awesome!?

 

The last words you remember each night are, ?Hold my beer and watch this!?

 

You?re disappointed when you go to a funeral and there?s no keg.

 

You refer to your mouth as your ?booze hole.?

 

You?ve told Jehovah?s Witnesses, ?Of course, I want to go to Heaven. I?m sure it?s awesome. God does pick up the tab every night, right??

 

You once got so drunk you dreamed you got fired and broke up with your girlfriend ? and it all came true!

 

You regularly ask bartenders, ?So, how are the spill mats looking tonight? Anything good in there??

 

Someone tells you they don?t drink anymore, and you bravely respond, ?Don?t worry about it, buddy, I?ll take up your slack!?

 

You prefer vodka that comes in the handy plastic squeeze-size bottles.

 

The bartender asks for your I.D. just to see how long it'll take you to find your pants.

 

You know that vodka is tasteless going down, but memorable coming up.

 

You say when your drunk what you think when you?re sober.

 

You know the best beer in the world is the one in your hand.

 

Beer does not make you fat. It makes you lean? against bars, poles and tables.

 

You always drink Irish Coffee for breakfast because it contains all four adult food groups: fat, sugar, caffeine and alcohol.

 

You don't drink anymore . . . of course, you don't drink any less, either.

 

Your bartender never has to ask, ?Do you want another??

 

You distrust camels or anything else that can go a week without a drink.

 

Absolut wants to run an ad featuring a picture of your liver in the shape of a bottle.

 

You only drink to get rid of hangovers, and sometimes it takes all night.

 

You know if you give up drinking you won?t actually live longer ? it?ll just seem like longer.

 

You spend ninety percent of your paycheck on drinking and waste the rest.

 

You fell down two flights of stairs and didn?t spill a drop.

 

You don?t mind blacking out because it makes Sunday confession much less embarrassing.

 

When you wake up hungover you?re afraid you?ll die. Half an hour later you?re afraid you?ll live.

 

You wonder why people need friends when you can just sit in a room and drink all day.

 

You believe the only Absolut(e) in life is vodka.

 

You went on a diet, swore off drinking and bar food, and in fourteen days you lost two weeks.

 

Booze may not be the answer, but it helps you to forget the question.

 

You exist in a perfect Zen circle: you drink because your wife nags and she nags because you drink.

 

You got so drunk on St. Patrick?s day it seemed like every other day.

 

You must have a drink by eleven, it?s a deed that must be done. If you can?t have a drink by eleven, you must have eleven by one.

 

When your spirits get low, you use a straw.

 

You always cook with wine. Sometimes you even add it to the food.

 

You drink a bottle of wine everyday. Unless you?re sick. Then you drink two.

 

You know liquor gets better with age, because the older you get the more you like it.

 

You only drink to steady your nerves. Sometimes you get so steady you have to be carried out.

 

You drink to make other people appear cool enough to hang out with you.

 

You woke up feeling really strange, then realized you didn?t have a hangover.

 

With a bottle of Passport Scotch and a suitcase of Stroh?s you can go on vacation without ever leaving your house.

 

You never drink anything stronger than vodka before breakfast.

 

One of your hobbies is sitting down and calculating exactly how much liquor your next paycheck would buy at the liquormart. Just out of curiosity, of course.

 

Your co-workers start whispering with concern when you don?t come in with hangover.

 

The whole terrorism deal became very clear to you when you found out muslims aren?t allowed to drink.

 

You wish you were closer to Jesus, especially when he?s doing his wine to water thing.

 

A cold cement floor looks comfortable and inviting.

 

You wish temperance leagues still sang anti-drinking religious hymns outside bars, because, you know, it?d be a very funny thing to watch while getting hammered.

 

You think alcohol-fueled automobiles are the wave of the future because, hey, it certainly works for you.

 

?Going out for a beer or two? sometimes means waking up in Vegas three days later.

 

You happen to share the same home town, ethnicity, lifestyle, opinions, occupation or whatever-the-hell of whoever happens to be buying the drinks.

 

You consider vodka a chaser.

 

Your roommates say good morning to you and you haven?t been to bed yet.

 

Half the bouncers in town know exactly how much you weigh.

 

You use Calvin Klien?s new aftershave, but don?t really care for the aftertaste.

 

You drank ten bottles of wine last week and didn?t need a corkscrew once.

 

You prefer Hamm?s and eggs for breakfast, minus the eggs.

 

The rotgut whiskey you buy is so disgusting you have to drink the first half the bottle just so you?ll be drunk enough to put up with the taste of the second half.

 

Whenever someone starts reading a bottle of Jack Daniels you say, ?Quit cheating!?

 

You don?t sniff the cork, you chew it.

 

Your career is interfering with your drinking.

 

You get so drunk Bud Light starts tasting like beer.

 

Your alarm clock is a garbage truck.

 

You?ve worked out a devious plot to steal Einstein?s brain. So you can drink the alcohol it?s stored in.

 

You masturbate to the liquor ads in Playboy.

 

You hold a bottle of hair spray and say, "Man, if you were ice cold."

 

You often confuse the word breakfast with Bloody Marys, i.e., "What are we going to have for Bloody Marys this morning?"

 

You get in a heated conversation with your barstool neighbor about the proper way to vomit from a moving vehicle.

 

You can hear someone whisper "free beer" from three blocks away.

 

You know the heartbreak of watching the bartender dump the spill tray.

 

You call the bartending academy, inquiring as to what they do with their mistakes.

 

You refer to your refrigerator as "the stand-up beer cooler."

 

You think vomiting is the body's way of making room for the next round.

 

 

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