A Beer Story

I found out yesterday that my training on autism spectrum disorder is Friday, so it looks like I’ll finish the week with posts that require only the tiniest effort.

This story comes from my 19 yr old brother. 19, and he already has a beer story. I have a feeling he may become a future drinking partner once he turns 21. BTW I under no circumstances support underage drinking. I believe drinking should be something done responsibly. If you drink, make sure you don’t drink alot, and if you do drink too much then find a designated driver. BTW if anyone knows a dedicated rider that can pedal my posterior home then let me know. šŸ™‚


Let me set the scene for you. There are three of us standing around a table at my cousins wedding reception, my two brothers and myself. There are like three kegs and a bar full of rum for the occasion. My brothers and I are under 21, so we are relegated to sitting and watching the drunken antics of our relatives. The table next too us is completely covered in half full cups of beer. Got the scene?

For the firstĀ 20 min my cousins friends spent their time attempting to polish off as much alcohol as they could in as short amount of time as possible. This led to a night of amusing antics where it was more fun to be sober then drinking. One of the guys who was drinking had quickly taken to my brother. Not in a funky way, but whenever he had a question it was my brother he asked. With an honest face, and being one of a handful of sober people at the party I’m sure he looked trustworthy. This guy though couldn’t have known if something was trustworthy even if it slapped him in the face. He was that drunk. So after several hours in he comes stumbling up to my brother and asks, “Hey, which of these beers is mine?” My brother proceeded to point to one on the table. A few minutes later the guy showed up again, and again he wanted to know which beer was his, and again my brother pointed to a beer on the table. After this had happened several times I went up to my brother to find out what was going on. It was then that he admitted that he had no clue which beer was that guys, but figured he’d see if he could get the guy to clear the table of cups.

Sure enough that guy kept coming back, and sure enough my brother pointed to another beer on the table. By the end of the night a good portion of the table had been cleared by this one guy alone. Needless to say when his wife saw how shit faced he was she wasn’t happy. I must say though that she shouldn’t consider it a total loss. After all, us three guys received tons of entertainment from him aloneĀ that night, not to mention all the other entertaining things that happened that night.

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