And another thing

How many times have you woken up in the morning after a hard nightdrinking and thought ‘How on earth did I get home?’ As hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the bar to your house.The answer to this puzzle is that you used a Beer Scooter.

The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased to the drunk by Bacchus the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has acquired a large batchof these magical devices.

The Beer Scooter works in the following fashion:
The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the “slurring gland” begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus or one of his many sub-contractors detects this pheromone and sends down a winged Beer
Scooter.

The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a Trans-Dimensional Portal. This is not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger’s in-pocket cash is taken as payment. This answers the
second question after a night out ‘How did I spend so much money?’

Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI (Unidentified Drinking Injuries). An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip. The nature of Trans-Dimensional Portals dictates
that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. This answers a third question after a night out ‘What the hell happened?’

With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of Embarrassing Moments In Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order,
those parts in time regretted most. Unfortunately one person’s REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained in discussions over a period of time.

Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often cause the scooter’s navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences. With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain
specializing in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts. Another question answered!!

For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people’s garden and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS
(Coffee Table Seeking Guidance System) explains the bruised shins.

The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some scooters is the TAS(Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparentlyget through 260 Marlboro Lights in a single night.PS: Don’t forget the on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably gethome from the bar in sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt.

LMAO :P:P:P

too phunny!

If I can’t bring technical skillz to the table, let me make ya laugh…

:beam: :beam: :beam: :beam:

I have one of those on lease…

only it has Ketel One written all over it…?..

LMAO

Rev

I just polished off a bottle of Kettel One the other night… mmmm… vodka… my favorite… club soda and a twist of lime…

on the rocks with a sqeeze (throw it away when you’re done squeezing) of fresh lime juice…

mmmmmmm

Mother’s milk…

very few hangovers…

Rev

I realize that this is a joke, but for the sake of my own morality I’m forced to find this completely not humorous. There’s very little that is funny about someone not knowing how they got home (unless a designated drive has been established before the night of partying began. In which case, laugh it up and ignore me.)

Drunk drivers should also be subject to public flogging.

Well its funny for me because I never really remember getting home, but driving has nothing to do with it. One time I walked home (5 miles) I don’t remember a thing. Another time I don’t remember being in the cab, I just remember laughing at the Cabby because he had a mullet…

We don’t take a car, always a cab or a bus… but its still tough to remember how, when, or why we went home… or with who :!:

and yes, drunk drivers should be beaten senseless.

A friend of mine (he’s about 54 now) killed a young boy about 20 years ago driving his 1961 corvette. He still owns the car, but he can’t go near it without tears… he still visits the grave every week… the whole things was very traumatizing… he doesn’t even relaly drive at all anymore because of it…

So do you think HE should be beaten senseless too?
sniff poor guy.

I think it should be the responsibility of the bartender.

Might’ve heard it before, but if you’re buying drink after drink, (S)HE should take care of you. If I buy a bunch of stuff for my comp, I have a warranty that it’ll work and whatnot. If I buy a bunch of drinks, I should have the guarantee that I’m not going to kill someone on my way home.

Sounds fair.

By the by, I don’t drink too often, mostly because I’m 15, and partly because I’m not much for anything but Smirnoff Ice and a few other drinks.

Drinking is highly overrated.

*Originally posted by david *
**Drinking is highly overrated. **

I 100% agree. I only drink on labor day weekend, and then I am safe at my cabin in Maryland, so I will not be driving or near any hustle bustle.

If only it were possible to make cars that start only if you were not intoxicated :frowning:

oh no… I dont’ mean that drinking and driving is overrated… drinking at all is overrated. It doesn’t do anything for you except illiminate inhibitions. The silly thing is, inhibitions are just self induced anyway. You can get rid of them any time you like. The only other effect of alcohol is to make you so numb as to forget about your problems, which if that’s what you’re looking to do you might as well smoke pot. It’s less damaging, and less addictive.

oh yeah… it’s cheaper too.

LOL, I knew you meant drinking at all david, I was just saying that I never drink because I feel the same way, the only time I do every drink is labor day weekend. That is my let loose weekend, but even then, I am in a place where I can’t do harm to myself or others.

:slight_smile:

Well, as I’ve said in the past, I’ll drink some wine now and again. Of course I rarely drink more than will give me that slight warm feeling in my belly, hardly enough to remove inhibitions, or make me forget. A little wine has been known to be good for the system anyway.

I guess some people might like that feeling (being drunk) I’m just not into it myself. Don’t understand it I guess.

Yeah I don’t get it either. I personally think it is the worse feeling ever. When I drink I keep a constand buzz, I stop when I think its too much. I dont mind a buzz, but being drunk I do not like (figured that one out last labor day weekend… oye did I get trashed).