Joined: Jan. 2006
Seems like we had similar "undergrad diminished responsibility syndrome" (Udders for short)!
Tragic stuff Udders. Ruined the careers of many fine drinkers. Luckily for me I overcame my Udders with help from above. Yes, Brothers and Sisters, I saw the light. I was helped by those on high, praise and glory be!
One night, terrible Udders sufferer that I was, I passed out on the floor of the student union bar, and lo, from a beam of light shining upon me came a booming voice:
"Louis!" it said.
"Louis! Get up you useless bastard! You haven't finished your pint."
And verily I did heed the voice of the club captain and I finished my pint. I took full responsibility for my drinking career and never left a half finished pint again. I could walk into lectures with my head held high, sometimes as early as 4pm in the morning! I played rugby better, my hair was glossier and my nose wet and cold. I was in fine fettle.
Let this be a warning to you all. Never leave a pint unfinished. Drinking your full pint and standing the glass on your head whilst singing about women's genetalia in an increasingly inaccurate and unlikely manner is the responsibility of every rugby player. That responsibility must be undertaken seriously, and with no giggling or falling over. Remember, a pint is not just for Friday night, if carefully topped up with two parts gin and one part bitter on a regular basis it can last your through at least two liver transplants.
The liver is evil. It must be punished.