Signs You’ve Had Enough to Drink

You lose arguments with inanimate objects.

You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth.

Job interfering with your drinking.

Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream.

Career won’t progress beyond Senator from Massachusetts.

The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.

Sincerely believe alcohol to be the elusive fifth food group.

Twenty-four hours in a day, twenty-four beers in a case — coincidence?? I think not!

Two hands and just one mouth… now THAT’S a drinking problem!

You can focus better with one eye closed.

The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar.

You fall off the floor…

Your twin sons are named Barley and Hops.

Hey, five beers has just as many calories as a burger — screw dinner!

Mosquitoes catch a buzz after attacking you.

At AA meetings you begin: “Hi, my name is… uh…”

Your idea of cutting back is less salt.

You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom, you fell asleep clothed.

The whole bar says ‘Hi’ when you come in…

You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and Women (or Men).

Every night you’re beginning to find your roommate’s cat more and more attractive.

Roseanne looks good.

Don’t recognize wife unless seen through bottom of glass.

That damned pink elephant followed me home again.

Senators Kennedy and Packwood shake their heads when they walk past you.

I’m as jober as a sudge.

The shrubbery’s drunk from too frequent watering.

You wake up screaming “TORO, TORO, TORO!” in the middle of the night.