I was at my brother-in-law's wedding in Maryland over the weekend. About the only dude in the wedding party that doesn't chew was the ring bearer. Going into the weekend I knew there would be some challenges because of a lot of people dipping plus a lot of alcohol. The second night we were in town after the rehearsal dinner the festivities out by the pool began. Plenty of beer and whiskey to be had. I'm on about my 3rd beer of the evening and I see someone has left their can of cope right on the table in front of me. No problems, I got this... Keep talking with family and drinking, 4th, then 5th beer of the night. That can is still sitting on the table in front of me. That nic bitch is mocking me, telling me nobody would know, wife has gone to bed with the kids, certainly nobody I'm at the wedding with would care. But even in my drunken haze, I remember that I promised you fucks that I wouldn't dip that day. Picked that can up and threw it in the trash. I'm not sure if I would have been able to say "no" to the bitch if it wasn't for this place.
I am a quitter today and damn proud of it.
Thanks, you fuckers.