/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>be me
>in barracks, 29 Palms
>down a couple steel reserves
>feeling great
>waltz over to my buddies' room
>talk to them, find out they have pic related in their closet (they weren't supposed to have glass in the barracks)
>take it and leave
>it's about 1/3 full
>drink the rest in my room
>get disgustingly drunk, pass out
>luckily my alarm was already set
>wake up the next morning
>immediately stumble over to the toilet and puke
>realize I'm still totally plastered
>get dressed and somehow shave without slicing up my face
>show up to morning formation sloshed, smelling like a bar
>literally all of my peers can tell
>go to the armory to draw weapons because it's grass week before the rifle range so we need to practice shooting positions
>remained drunk until like 11AM, couldn't keep any food down all day
>hungover until the next morning
>to this day the mere sight of Smirnoff 100 makes me gag
Don't join the marines guys it's nothing but alcoholism and depression