The Beer Scooter

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nume

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How many times have you woken up in the morning after a hard night drinking and thought 'How on earth did I get home'
As hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the pub to your house. The answer to this puzzle is that you used a Beer Scooter.

The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased to thedrunk by Bacchus the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has acquired a large batchof these magical devices.

The Beer Scooter works in the following fashion:

The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the "slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus or one of his many sub-contractors detects this pheromone and sends down a winged Beer Scooter. The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a Trans-Dimensional Portal. This is not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger's in-pocket cash is taken as payment. This answers the second question after a night out 'How did I spend so much money?' Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI (Unidentified Drinking Injuries).

An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip. The nature of Trans-Dimensional Portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. This answers a third question after a night out 'What the hell happened?' With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of Embarrassing Moments In Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order, those parts in time regretted most. Unfortunately one person's REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained in discussions over a period of time.

Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences.

With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain specialising in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts. Another question answered!!
For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's garden and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS
(Coffee Table Seeking Guidance System) explains the bruised shins.

The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 260 Marlboro Lights in a single night. PS: Don't forget the on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably get home from the pub in sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt
 
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Sharma

Guest
ROFL!

that explains days and says of lost time in my life!

i thank you!
 
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old.job

Guest
Mine's got APB as well, I go back to my local the next week and I have been Automatically Pub Barred!
 
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nume

Guest
Got another one for you on the drinking theme

>1 star hangover
>
>No pain. no real feeling of illness. You slept in your own bed and
>when you woke up there were no traffic cones in there with you.
>
>You are still able to function relatively well on the energy stored
>up from all those vodka redbulls.
>
>However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as parched
>as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a Cheeseburger and a bag
>of fries.
>
>2 star hangover
>
>No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but
>you have the attention span and mental capacity of a stapler.
>
>The coffee you hug to try and remain focused is only exacerbating
>your rumbling gut, which is craving a full English breakfast.
>
>Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are costing
>your employer valuable money because all you really can handle is
>some light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing
>junk e-mails.
>
>3 star hangover
>
>Slight headache. stomach feels crap. You are definitely a space
>cadet and not so productive.
>
>Anytime a girl or lad walks by you gag because the
>perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with
>your alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 am.
>
>Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen
>doughnuts and a litre of coke watching daytime TV.
>
>You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2 Sausage Rolls and
>a litre of diet coke yet you haven't peed once.
>
>4 star hangover
>
>You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't
>speak too quickly or else you might spew.
>
>Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you
>a lecture for reeking of booze.
>
>You wore nice clothes, but you smell of socks, and you can't hide
>the fact that you either missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving or it
>looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems
>(depending on your gender).
>
>Your teeth have their own individual sweaters. Your eyes look like
>one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from a
>second-grade class circa 1976.
>
>You would give a weeks pay for one of the following - home time, a
>doughnut and somewhere to be alone, or a Time Machine so you could
>go back and NOT have gone out the night before.
>
>You scare small children in the street just by walking past them.
>
>5 star hangover
>
>You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying
>the employee who sits next to you.
>
>Vodka vapour is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You
>still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from
>brushing your teeth.
>
>Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is
>suffocating you.
>
>You'd cry but that would take the last drop of moisture left in your body.
>
>Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't even get mad at
>you and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you
>look so pathetic.
>
>You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can
>manage to do is breathe ..... very gently.
>
>6 star hangover
>
>You arrive home and climb into bed.
>
>Sleep comes instantly, as you were fighting it all the way home in the
taxi.
>
>You get about 2 hours sleep until the noises inside your head wake you up.
>
>You notice that your bed has been cleared for take off and is flying
>relentlessly around the room.
>
>No matter what you do you now, you're going to chuck. You stumble
>out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht under full sail.
>
>After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls
>knocking off all the pictures, you find the toilet.
>
>If you are lucky you will remember to lift the lid before you
>spontaneously explode and wake the whole house up with your
>impersonation of walrus mating calls.
>
>You sit there on the floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend
>in the world you have left (the toilet), randomly continuing to make
>the walrus noises, spitting, and farting. Help usually comes at this
>stage, even if it is short lived.
>
>Tears stream down your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns
>into abuse and he/she usually goes back to bed leaving you there in
>the dark.
>
>With your stomach totally empty, your spontaneous eruptions have
>died back to 15-minute intervals, but your body won't relent. You
>are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside out and
>swear that you saw your tonsils shoot out of your mouth on the last
>occasion.
>
>It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up for
>the day as you try to climb into bed. She/he abuses you again for
>trying to get into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair.
>You reluctantly accept their advice and have a shower in exchange
>for them driving you to the hospital.
>
>Work is not an option.
>
>The whole day is spent trying to avoid anything that might make you
>sick again, like moving.
>
>You vow never to touch a drop again and who knows for the next two
>or three hours at least you might even succeed.
>


OK, now hands up all those who have never had a six star hangover... Thought so!!
:D
 
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Tenko

Guest
All my hangovers are 5/6 stars. Otherwise I dont get them :)
 
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old.tRoG

Guest
the first one has explained what happened to my life.
 
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Col|

Guest
That second one got me a few strange stares in the office, mainly because I burst into fits of laughter at 5/6, got a few of the office laughing once they read them too. Can't say that I've ever had many hangovers in my life (not for want of trying), but the few I've had were 1, 2 or 3 at worst, the bit about drinking loads and not peeing is very true too. :D
 
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old.tRoG

Guest
this calls for a celebration.

Bring on the dancing bear of joy!
 
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old.Gombur Glodson

Guest
Better late than never?

2inbear.jpg


"hum ti dum"
 
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inuyasha

Guest
hehe

Worst i ever had was a 4-5 :D

I better work harder =)
 
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Jiggs

Guest
hehe but boooze is nothing compared to the FEAR
 
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inuyasha

Guest
bah

I wanna party, not sit on barrys and pretend im doing homework =)
 
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SFXman

Guest
Hilarious stuff, but didn't someone already post it here once? Was it Gef or who?
Anyway...
Originally posted by nume
The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some scooters is the TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 260 Marlboro Lights in a single night. PS: Don't forget the on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably get home from the pub in sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt
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Yuh, it is kind of annoying. You quit smoking and the next weekend you find a large pack with maybe one or two cigarrettes in it... bah...

Also, when drunk you become completely unable to feel the -25 celcius outside. Proven many times at house parties when having a smoke outside with your torso covered by a mere tank top.
 

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