As Alcoholics Age

I mentioned we celebrated r's birthday at Acme watching the Saints whip the Cowboys and doing really really stupid things... such as oyster shooters. I failed to mention, however that there was photographic evidence of the atrocities.


Here we find our already drunken subjects... (one of whom looks very much the part of your best friend's pathetically aging creepy uncle no one really wants around)... as they prepare to undertake something stupid.


Here we see the immediate effect of this stupidity and the inevitable remorse it has wrought


Finally the subjects attempt to console themselves in the wake of the cataclysm that has befallen them.. and perhaps hope for the strength to repeat it