Red Mosquito

washing machine wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Strong work, Reido. Keep it up, bro!

Less time spent drinking is time given back to improve my eno score on chess dot com.

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

spike wrote:

Dev wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Dev wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:New Dev is turning me on

Look at all the good things happening to me now that I'm sober.

One day at a time dawg

Kill me.

Why do I still crave getting high even though it hasn't really been fun for years? Also will I ever not crave it?

I bought a pack of cigarettes tonight just cause I "need" something and I instantly feel like a piece of shit and failure. I don't even like cigs but at least my mental state is not altered by them.

Careful, friend.

Dev wrote:

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

Nice guy reputation erased. You're own of us now.

Real talk though, you ever had an addiction? I guess you Norwegians are possibly too evolved for this shit. In North America you aren't really considered a man unless you have struggled with addiction and/or gotten an std.

Anders wrote:

Dev wrote:

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

Nice guy reputation erased. You're own of us now.

Real talk though, you ever had an addiction? I guess you Norwegians are possibly too evolved for this shit. In North America you aren't really considered a man unless you have struggled with addiction and/or gotten an std.

No, I’ve never had one.

There are addicts in Norway. More than 94% of Norwegian men drink alcohol, and more than 91% of Norwegian women. Second highest in the world. However, in total alcohol consumption, we are only 75th. There is a lot of party drinking here, and few drink alcohol during regular days, like at dinner with their family. That can work both ways, both for better or worse.

spike wrote:I would think Norwegians would be raging alcoholics. Cold as fuck and doesn’t it get dark at like 1pm half the year?

spike wrote:I would think Norwegians would be raging alcoholics. Cold as fuck and doesn’t it get dark at like 1pm half the year?

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

Wait. What? No! The thread is in earnest!

You still off potato chips?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

Wait. What? No! The thread is in earnest!

You still off potato chips?

1 month and 5 days to go. I’m going to dive into a vat of French onion dip on new years.

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Anders wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:None. I was just being a silly goose. But telling someone who is opening up about a tustle with alcohol that a dry month "isn't a problem at all" is kind of strange. Maybe it's a Norway thing.

The whole concept of the thread seems to be a joking one, even with mentioning Trag in the thread title. A banter with friends type of situation. Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

I did not mean it as a dig at alcoholics. I respect the struggle they go through.

Wait. What? No! The thread is in earnest!

You still off potato chips?

1 month and 5 days to go. I’m going to dive into a vat of French onion dip on new years.

Jan 1 is gonna be bleaker than ever.

Anders wrote:Like the dry november one, for masturbation.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:my wife called to remind my i'm sober six years today!