Grogpigs.

Same old fucking story. i don't know why i bother with human communication sometimes. It seems to me like it would be more productive staying home. Don't get me wrong i like a good binge just as much as the next problematic drinker, but why do i force myself out of my house in order to rub shoulders with the ragtag and bobtail that infect the city when the sun goes down?
I guess its because sometimes i tend to emerge myself in a sea of unknown people. to observe.
Drunk people are the most disgusting and ugly entities, alcohol can turn normal functioning adults into stumbling thoughtless blurry-eyed shadows of the people they were at the beginning of the night. Even the people that look like they can deal with a high concentration of alcohol are impaired just as easily. Weak. The effects of alcohol are meant to be savored, not to be taken for granted nor used as an excuse for anything.

WHICH I HATE. i loathe it when feeble minded cuntslime use alcohol as an excuse for anything they did, it could be they slept with someone that had been beaten with the ugly stick profusely as a child, spent all their money or it could be they got in a fight and pissed their pants. alcohol is not to blame, there are plenty of well maintained people that, even when totally inebriated, can distinguish between the ugly and the gorgeous, know when to stop spending and not punch on nor piss themselves. Not to mention sometimes when scum are drunk the unspoken rules of personal space are thrown overboard. Somehow getting drunk for some people is an excuse to let their moral beliefs sink.

why can't these people hold their alcohol? or do they not want to? either way i which they'd FUCK OFF

M