Mr.Fitzwell
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I fucked up and I'm drunk...not sure how I spelled th a t
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Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).
Ok who's face down?
- Thread starter Mr.Fitzwell
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It's 8am. All nighter?
I remember my first beer…
It was a hot summer day and I was feeling adventurous. I had just turned 21 and decided that it was finally time to try my first beer. I walked into a local bar and ordered a cold one. As I took my first sip, I immediately regretted my decision. The beer tasted terrible and I could feel it going down the wrong pipe. I started coughing and choking, making a scene in the quiet bar.
Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I doubled over in agony, feeling like I was about to die. The bartender rushed over and asked if I was okay, but I could only gasp for air.
I stumbled out of the bar and into the street, still clutching my stomach. I was sweating profusely and people were starting to stare. I made it to the nearest alleyway and collapsed against a trash can. I could feel the beer coming up my throat and I knew I was about to throw up.
As I leaned over the trash can, I heard a loud rumble behind me. I turned just in time to see a pack of wild dogs charging towards me. I was too weak to run and they were closing in fast. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, but it never came.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the dogs had surrounded me, but they were not attacking. Instead, they were lapping up the puddle of vomit I had just created. I was confused and relieved at the same time. The dogs had saved my life, but at what cost?
I never had another beer again. The experience left me scarred for life and I couldn't even look at a trash can without feeling nauseous. It was a mistake that I would never forget
I'm going good behavior all weekend. I'm going to split wood if it stops raining. Have fun fitzy. Merry Christmas
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