Gotta tell you guys a story
I work at Ruby Tuesday as a bartender.
A regular comes in ever Friday and Sat. night. Orders something strong. Gets a shot or two of his personal choice of vodka or rum. And always gets a bloody mary before he leaves.
Friday night comes around. He gets 4 shots of Jack and coke (all doubles), little while later orders his BM. Walks out the door saying he has some beer waiting at the house and he has to get there and have himself a good time.
Sat. night comes along. Guy walks in. "what will it be tonight" I ask. "Strawberry lemonade" he says. "What no drink tonight?" I asked
"No more drinks for me. I blew chunks last night" said the man.
"Ah thats it? thats no big deal dude everyone gets sick and throws up sometimes, no reason to quit drinking". I said to the man
"No you dont understand." said the man, "Chunks is my dog."