I imagine I’ll get the hint from my body soon. well, it’s not so much a subtle hint, it’s a glaring, “hey take a look at your stomach lining” sort of hint. And that hint is “maybe you shouldn’t drink beer anymore.”
GASP!! I know! Isn’t that a horrible sentence? I LOVE beer. I like how it tastes outside. I like how it tastes in the sun. I like how the night smells after those first 2 beers. I love wings. And beer. You can’t have wine and wings. You can’t have a cosmo and wings. Have you ever seen someone drinking a pina colada with wings? Ack, that’s the chemical equivalent for intestinal blockage. I’ll have to find wings a new partner in my life, however, because my body no longer enjoys the way beer sits in it. It’s not sitting anymore, it’s wrestling with the other innocent bystanding organs. I can have one. I can have 8. and the results are the same. I wake up, feel fine, and then hork up a sweet pile of foam. And if I’m lucky, I’ll continue to hork throughout the day — just some non assuming foam puffs. Nothing significant.
So beer, I guess this is it for me and you. This morning I got my final hint. Now to figure out what else can complete the phrase “wings -n- _____”
How about Crown-n-Coke?
wings -n- fuzzy nipple?
crownncoke – n – wings? ooof.
Maybe I’ll have to swear off wings all together, too.
fuzzy nipple still makes me chuckle.
wings and nuts
wings+beer+excercise
wings-n-beer (and self control)
Frank: I *think* I said that if I have 1 or 8, it’s the same reaction. Yeah, I did. 1 beer makes me honk, and so do 8. It’s the beer, dude.
mmmm wings and nuts!
wings+beer+exercise sounds like a recipe for full frontal chunder fountain.
OMIG! I had just written about that today. I totally need to add a note in my post.
And I love beer and wings. Its all about beer and wings. Especially .25 cent specials.
I thought that was what the beer with less carbs was supposed to be for, no?? Crap. How about wings-n-….You know, I’m just not sure it’ll work. How about a different combo though? Like Sex-n-The Beach. Ha!
~D
A good bourbon perhaps…
yeah, wings n whiskey…
nah, i don’t mean it. i shouldn’t encourage others when i’m trying to quit myself. i found i can’t drink much beer a year or so ago, so have slowly (but surely) gone through everything else on offer… but they all affect me the same way. i can just hear my bowels screaming, “Hey! We’re teetotal down here… stop f*cking with us already!!” or some such.
good luck with your search. kinda.