'Wingnut said:I have fully adjusted to working nights and having beers sometimes when I get home from work at 5-6am. Anyone else work the graveyard shift and drink alcohol when most are drinking their morning coffee? Its pretty awesome.>>>>>>>
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she was never more hot than in that video.Billy likes to peel the labels from his bottles of Bud.
The good thing is that you never get pulled over for weaving at 11AMWhen I worked midnights I found a bar that opened @ 7:00AM. Kinda weird but I got used to watching people drive to work while I was![]()
So?Do you live in the arctic? Its like 100 degrees everywhere...
How can beer sound disgusting?This sounds disgusting.
I dunno...im losing my way i suppose.How can beer sound disgusting?This sounds disgusting.
Bears games are like this, although we load up "Bear Force One" around 4am, and are popping our first brew around 5For Nebraska home games with an 11am start, we usually load up the bus and leave by 6 am. Me and a few others always crack beers right away and get the day going. We're highly motivated unlike most people at that time of day who are slacking.Occasionally during the summer, if I wake up really early on a Saturday or Sunday I'll start cracking beers. I find it very peaceful and relaxing to drink a few beers early in the morning while everyone else is mostly sleeping. I especially enjoy doing this on Sundays, so I can watch people walk to and from church (there's 2 churches within 1 and 2 blocks of my house). I find this to be one of life's simple pleasures.
You got an address or something for me? TIAA couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head. We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.
Doesn't soap get into the beer?GB Shower Beer.
The three models handle the soap.Doesn't soap get into the beer?GB Shower Beer.
When I lived in Hoboken I'd pass this bar in the morning on my way to the PATH station where all the night shift workers would be inside drinking - I always found it very strange, but obviously it's understandable from their perspective.'Wingnut said:I have fully adjusted to working nights and having beers sometimes when I get home from work at 5-6am. Anyone else work the graveyard shift and drink alcohol when most are drinking their morning coffee? Its pretty awesome.>>>>>>>
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2 hours and countingWait, people worry about what time they're buzzed?
A ####### MenGB Shower Beer.
Dam that just made my liver itch a lil.A couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head. We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.
Sounds like a really effen depressing placeA couple of buddies and I used to work 3rd shift and we found an old hole in the wall bar that was open when our shift ended at 7am. This bar was senior citizen heaven, there would always be 15 or 20 retired guys in there every time we went. Half of them were there to start their day (drinking coffee, eating pancakes, and reading the paper) while the other half was there to waste the day (pounding mixed drinks and playing euchre/poker). As the day crept on we kept downing beer, dropping quarters in the pinball, and watching the scene unfold. The sleeping street outside would become clogged with cars, the sun would rise and the "starters" would leave to experience another day. The "wasters" wouldn't change though. Drinking, smoking, playing cards, maybe an occasional trip to the head. We would hit that bar frequently (what else besides golf are 20 something single guys going to do at 7am?) and the same core "wasters" were always there. Ordering the same drinks (never beer), sitting in the same seats, rehashing the same insults and punchlines. That was an eye-opening moment for me. Some of those guys had nothing to live for or had decided living was too hard, so they had simply given up. They allowed themselves to let alcohol completely rule their world from the moment they woke up to the instant they passed out. They had found a place to not only carry out their plan, but surround themselves with like minded folks. A friendly self-enforced penalty box designed to kill the final fleeting minutes on their clock of life.
NoobDoesn't soap get into the beer?GB Shower Beer.
Bud Ice tallboy.
Not me.Wait, people worry about what time they're buzzed?
Haven't had a buzz after 7am in quite a while. On tall boy numero-fiver at the moment.![]()