With wings?

No. Just the beer I'm afraid. :shifty: I'll buy the wings, you supply the beer. How's that sound? :woot:

Like a controlled intoxication.

:o:o:o

No!! Not that... :hmm2:

It couldn't possibly be, Steve. I mean, really; nobody knows how to control an intoxication until they hit at least fifty. Or thirty. Or something like that. My math gets all messed up sometimes and I see a numeral 3 melting into a hermaphrodite orca/sea lion/kitten orgy overflown by a bald eagle armed with a telephone pole and a clothesline--where there should only be a cinderblock wall and a couple of inspirational posters. :huh:

Probably a good thing my boss didn't melt into that hallucination... I'd have to seek help. :oops:

Well, controlled intoxication would imply that someone had to prepare the booze beforehand and meter it to the point where you could still walk away. Seeing as how the "No Problem" theory[1] is the most viable, one is forced to assume that accidental collapse on the part of the drinker is much the more likely answer.


[1] "I don't have a drinking problem. I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem."

:har: