You know it’s funny. My husband doesn’t drink much here at home…
but when he’s overseas at port (so far he’s only been to Scotland, Norway, and England. This year will be Italy) he gets stupid drunk.
And then calls me in the wee hours of the morning.
That’s a sailor for ya I guess
YO-HO, BLOW DE MAN DOWN!
Forgive him, dear. He’s a sailor. Far from home. And he misses you. End of story.
Been there, done that! I hope my second wife has forgiven me for the same sin.
*L* Yeah I know. Not ragging on him I just think it’s funny how he won’t even hardly TOUCH beer here (and here in Maine they sell some interesting stuff too)
But I gotta find a good beer here (that’s not expensive - Navy don’t pay THAT well...) and isn’t going to get me choruses of ‘that’s horse piss’ like when I drink Budweiser Select.
I feel your pain, Severa. He won’t TOUCH beer there because he has you to TOUCH. Bear that in mind. My suggestion is STEAL A HEINEKEN TRUCK when the next one shows up. Claim afterwards that you were temporarily insane.
Heres to whiskey
so amber and so clear
it’s not as sweet as
a womans lips but, a damed sight more
sincere. Treats you the same every time.
I’d be right with ya OCM, in my previous life. That man in da picture looks WAY TOO FIT to have “getting loaded be his REAL JOB!”