Yep. it always seems like such a good idea at the time, too.

Oh dear, but Jim and Jack tell me to do the strangest things sometimes...;P

These two bastards.

Mm-Hmmm. And then your best buddy, the bartender at the local biker-bar and mexican restaurant, introduces you to more of their friends to "help" with your hard times...*urgh* I really ought to delete that picture...

What picture?

Oh, you know...the bottle, the drunken ramblings and whatnot with that cursed woman-shaped bottle of evil, evil, so very tastey liquor, and Mr. Nelson...

Oh...

I bet that ended up badly.

Well, honestly, outside of the oversleeping on his couch...it wasn't too bad.
The next afternoon when I got up someone had filled my skull with cotton, and my forehead was a bit bloody. That was bad. *embarrassed sheepish grin* I remember that a friend had called and he couldn't understand me over the phone, so(seems like a good idea at the time) I head-butted Nelsons furniture until my speech cleared up.
Yes, drinking is indeed bad for you...

Another reason not to drink alcohol.