Sponsors say the cutest things. Like “Don’t do drugs” or “It’s a bad idea to take a swig from your hip flask during a work meeting.”
I didn’t know people actually listened to them.
@Flaps: A sponsor is someone that has sober time and takes you through the steps of recovery, as outlined by Alcoholics Anonymous or any of its offshoots (Narcotics, Coke, Gambling, etc.)
Alcoholic women are good in bed. It’s one of those things that everybody knows but nobody acknowledges because they don’t want to appear to be promoting alcoholism. Drink up ladies.
Thanks wandr; I was concerned, because I shaved myself cutting this morning. Now my lustrous moustache is gone, but I can still rely on my beautiful self-harm gallery to get me through Emovember.
Yeah, not a good sponsor, really. Unless, the sponsor was either saying “Don’t 13th step” AKA date someone either new in the program themselves, or someone FROM an anonymous meeting as well. I was in a “rehab” house, which felt more like prison than the actual prison I went to, and they tried to tell me it was mandatory that I get a “temporary separation” from the husband I married…who is clean, and sober, and supportive of my abstinence to substances. I didn’t want to go to rehab in the first place, wasn’t ready to quit my shit yet, and really wasn’t going to get an annulment simply because the bitch, whom I know drinks a glass of wine every night (at least, I’m pretty sure), told me its not conducive to my recovery. This was of course when they finally let me try out-patient because I was done with in-patient at the time, was tired of being given more and more unnecessary paperwork simply to keep me there longer, and became even more angry every day than I already was…When she said that, I decided I was ready to go to prison, went in for another appointment with her, purposely drunk, and yeah. Got a trip to the northern part of my state for a five month stay at Prison. Prison helped a Hell of a lot more than the rehab “clinic”, and I didn’t want to die every day that I was there, unlike I did at the “clinic”…So, whomever was this chick’s sponsor, you can suck my, or my many single friends’ dicks, or, if you’re into women, you can suck my husband’s while I help you out orally.
mmmmmmmmmmm cheese.
burp.
Sponsors say the cutest things. Like “Don’t do drugs” or “It’s a bad idea to take a swig from your hip flask during a work meeting.”
I didn’t know people actually listened to them.
If a girl is dumb enough to let another person make her relationship decisions for her, then you should ditch her anyway.
Did you really have to post the self harm photo?
Lmw – yes. self harm photos are wonderful, magical things.
http://ai。vc/uf
Yep. Crazy.
Um, someone explain this “sponsor” thing to a non-American please?
@Flaps: A sponsor is someone that has sober time and takes you through the steps of recovery, as outlined by Alcoholics Anonymous or any of its offshoots (Narcotics, Coke, Gambling, etc.)
flaps, sponsors are not just an American thing. Good god you people make me mad.
http://bit。ly/qkDqbZ
Alcoholic women are good in bed. It’s one of those things that everybody knows but nobody acknowledges because they don’t want to appear to be promoting alcoholism. Drink up ladies.
@Saffer. If by “you people” you mean those of us with camping gear for names, I take umbrage at your insensitivity.
Sincerely,
Chester P. Tentpole
@lmw : Yes, they did. It’s self-harm awareness month, and so everyone must cut themselves and post a photo on FB.
Or grow a ‘stache, whichever is worse
Thanks wandr; I was concerned, because I shaved myself cutting this morning. Now my lustrous moustache is gone, but I can still rely on my beautiful self-harm gallery to get me through Emovember.
http://ai。vc/uf
Yeah, not a good sponsor, really. Unless, the sponsor was either saying “Don’t 13th step” AKA date someone either new in the program themselves, or someone FROM an anonymous meeting as well. I was in a “rehab” house, which felt more like prison than the actual prison I went to, and they tried to tell me it was mandatory that I get a “temporary separation” from the husband I married…who is clean, and sober, and supportive of my abstinence to substances. I didn’t want to go to rehab in the first place, wasn’t ready to quit my shit yet, and really wasn’t going to get an annulment simply because the bitch, whom I know drinks a glass of wine every night (at least, I’m pretty sure), told me its not conducive to my recovery. This was of course when they finally let me try out-patient because I was done with in-patient at the time, was tired of being given more and more unnecessary paperwork simply to keep me there longer, and became even more angry every day than I already was…When she said that, I decided I was ready to go to prison, went in for another appointment with her, purposely drunk, and yeah. Got a trip to the northern part of my state for a five month stay at Prison. Prison helped a Hell of a lot more than the rehab “clinic”, and I didn’t want to die every day that I was there, unlike I did at the “clinic”…So, whomever was this chick’s sponsor, you can suck my, or my many single friends’ dicks, or, if you’re into women, you can suck my husband’s while I help you out orally.