Drunk surfing: getting seriously inebriated and going surfing or standing on a hobo’s back as he lays on a skateboard and roll down hill.
You make the call.
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What does this even mean here? A fat kid playing with a beach ball in an inflatable pool? Seriously?
Yes. It does mean something. I’m not allowed to tell you what – mainly because I don’t know. What I’ve learned is that these sorts of thing (tarot cards and stuff I mean) are, by design, as esoteric as a Chinese treasure map written in ancient Egyptian discovered in a tomb in southern Brazil or something equally esoteric.
More than likely this one just symbolizes a fat kid. Probably in a pool. Perhaps even with a beach ball.
The best man’s toast. I’ve seen enough of these to know that some dearly stupid things have been said during these oddly devious moments. Generally in accordance with the amount of alchohol drank before said toast was given.
Truly a wedding trope if there ever was one.
Truly a significator of ultimate success – the ability to get falling-down-in-a-heap drunk at the drop of a falling-down-drunk person.
Or hat, if that is more your fancy.
The bitter taste of rejection. Unless of course some of the drink got in your mouth.
Oh, ow. This is the part where you want to start regretting what you’ve been doing but you find that you’re too drunk. If the room isn’t spinning it’s because you’ve passed out.
Or something much worse is happening.
This is not to be confused with a tail-gate party, which generally centers around some sports-related enterprise and also features grilled meat products. This is a down in the dirt drink-fest, which is generally held somewhere where cops can’t find you (even if you are, yourself, a police officer).
There is a firmly held belief that this sort of thing makes the beer taste better or at least more fun to drink. Plus driving home later becomes more like a video game. One that features drunkards attempting to drive home in a truck.
Did he trip because something was slippery on the floor, did he stumble because he was incredibly drunk, or was he pushed by some mean-spirited jerk?
Probably all of the above.
I suppose a better question would be: how the hell was he carrying all those mugs in the first place. Not very well, would be the first answer to spring to mind.
Our little friend here has reached that point in an evening when you know you should probably quit but also know there isn’t a chance you will. There are just too many drinks in dire need of drinking. It would be rude to turn them away since you already granted temporary asylum to all their beer buddies.
This theme seemed pretty obvious once I got to the second card in the suit. A bunch of guys sitting around (maybe at a bar) getting completely blitzed on alcoholic beverages (of the apparently red sort).
Research leads me to believe that it works on multiple levels.