Bind me not...

... since some bloggers have braved my Wednesday night gatherings, I suppose it is proper to make this announcement here... although, I must say that it pertains more to non-blogging cretins that hang at my house mid-week... anyway, here goes...

... we, the loosely bound group known as the Eagle Glen Social Club, have agreed to add a new law to the Rules of Wednesday Night....

... any agreement - written, verbal, implied, cajoled, or guessed-at while shooting pool on a Wednesday - is to be considered null and void until verification of said agreement can be made in the sober light of day...

... in other words, if I get well oiled on cheap busthead and offer to buy your car, do not go out at first light the next morning and have the title changed.... and THEN expect me to actually buy your damn car from you....

... sure, there is taking advantage, and then there is Taking Advantage... so, hark, people... from here on out, all wheeling and dealing is performed at the peril of the wheeler and/or dealer...

... I hate that it has become necessary to write this down, but trust me.. this post is simply a precaution... having one's weekly constitutional is very, very important... and nothing should get in the way of nursing a good buzz...

by Eric on September 28, 2005 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | Drinking
Bullshit So Far

Intoxication is indeed a defense to the formation of a contract. However, the person seeking to raise the defense has a duty to repudiate the contract upon becoming sober. So, before you have your morning coffee be sure to call the guy to whom you sold your car for one dollar the night before and tell him the deal is off, because there never was a deal.

Here's another bit of advice, but don't tell the other members of the Eagle Glen Social Club. Gambling contracts (i.e. pool shooting wagers) are unenforceable as a matter of law. If you wind up losing a bundle, remind the winner of that -- then duck!

No charge. I figure we're even for you kicking my ass at pool at Captain Bill's on the Boardwalk. I needed talc.

Bullshitted by Jim - PRS on September 28, 2005 08:28 PM

So ... what kind of bucket of rust did you drukenly agree to purchase?

Bullshitted by Princess Cat on September 28, 2005 11:58 PM

I hate it when I wake up next to some guys wife, and their marriage licence, redacted, is thumb-tacked to my butt.

Bullshitted by Bane on September 29, 2005 12:07 AM

hahahahahahahahaha..

Sorry babe..I'm not laughing at you or probably not even with you but this just reminded me of some of the messes I've gotten myself into...

Oh boy!

Bullshitted by Sandy on September 29, 2005 04:09 AM

Oh fess up! What did you do? ; )

Bullshitted by Key on September 29, 2005 02:21 PM