“But how would I live without it? The glass of wine, the stein of ale, the long, sweet kiss of the liqueur-filled snifter? All that which I took as breath to mine own lungs; surely this denial would lead to a resulting suffocation of spirit? And yet, I Füsted, and stop breathing I did not . . .”
drunkenfüste: what doesn’t kill you outright just makes your liver diseased and puffy
There's a good reason the holiday season was a blur. You're lucky to still be alive. You drank your way from cocktail party to the local pub to the floor of that stranger's bathroom (again), half-naked and smelling like the hind quarters of a nasser hund. But we’re not going to dwell on poor choices made under the duress of the silly season . . .
The easiest punkte to earn each day, you must now stop all intake of the alcoholic beverage. Whatever your poison, beer, wine, or the mixed drink, all are strictly verboten during Winterfüste! Dry up, feel better, Füste hard!