“Last week marked 3 years dry for me. I mean totally dry. Not a sip, not a drop, not a taste on my tongue.” That’s a quote from a blog I wrote last year, 2 Years, No Beers, only with the obvious numerical difference. If you read that entry, you’ll see that a lot has changed. And by “a lot” I mean “not much”. I’m still not drinking, I’m still writing about banging 19 year old girls, my hair is still fabulous, and I’m still totally fucking Bad Ass.

Anyway, instead of extolling the virtues of me not drinking, I’m going to take a little different approach. I’m going to post thirty some odd pictures of me in some state of inebriation. They’re none too flattering (although not as bad as my dental work pics), which is another reminder of why I don’t drink. And, as a former blackout drunk that remembered little of what happened, I need all the reminders I can get. So next time you’re out drinking, pour out a sip for your homie BAF, cuz I won’t be sipping any myself.

And that, is all I have to say about that.