The Wayfarer's Inn

Good morning!

Well, not so good at all!

Yesterday, dull little Rafee made a considerable mistake: Go to a bar and order stout (German Starkbier) - without knowing what he was drinking.

Three glases later, world was suddenly much more pink and started to taste like bacon...

Wonderful night - walked home at 12 PM (distance bar - home: 5 km), loudly singing a very obscene Spanish song...

There's really no point in this story, except that one should NEVER EVER drink stout and that hangovers suck...

Oh, and my lovely girlfriend now spoofs me all the time, saying that my kisses taste like Schnitzel and that I smell as if I had a dead cow in my mouth...



Goooooooooooooooooooood morning!

R

OLÉ - WIR FAHR'N IN' PUFF NACH BARCELONA!

I never seem to get a hangover from stout. Or from wine for that matter. Only seems to be whisky that makes me wish I'd never woken up.

It's not really that I am aving a hangover, it's more that this was a rather disturbing experience... I had certainly not planned to *sing and dance* in the streets...

Amateur.

Please leave the drinking to us professionals.
We know what we're doing.

Professional drinker on a closed course.

Despite I avoid drink very much, at least I know what I should expect and even if I get drunk I avoid singing to the streets!

Hey, I've been punishing my liver since I was very young - but, hey, shouldn't they at least comment on the bottle that the beer has as much alc as a bottle of wine...

When the barlady told me after my third one, it was already a wee bit late... Was more funny than anything else, though, since I usually get euphoric and a bit ditsy when I drink too much...