Travellers Liquors Puns

It would be for storing in a backpack, potentially for up to 2 weeks or so. The closest things I found were this and this. Does anyone have other suggestions?

I'm travelling to Banff and Japser for a couple of weeks and planning to check some whiskey as they are in AB.. the best place in Canada to get whiskey..

Can someone recommend any liquor stores in Banff?

is it expensive like BC to get any whiskey? good selection?

Thanks.

Edit: Health Minister Presser instead.

Tune into channel 7 or Perth Now. Should pop up on the ABC etc

Edit 2;

From tomorrow, we are easing the public health measures on Perth and Peel.

Dancing, music festivals, major events, and standing consumption can resume, which is great news.

However, with continued cases from the Perth backpacker outbreak and the hotel quarantine security guard, the health advice is that the mask requirement at indoor venues will need to continue for at least a few more days.

The mask requirement will stay in place until at least 6pm Friday, and will be reviewed beforehand with a view to the latest health advice.

The other big news, is that following the successful trial at the Perth Cup, we will be extending proof of vaccination requirements to higher risk events and venues, to help them take place safely.

These higher risk venues and events include –

• Nightclubs,
• Music festivals and major events, of more than 500 patrons – where mask wearing will also be required outdoors,
• Pubs, taverns, hotels (hospitality) and special facility licenses with more than 500 capacity, or these specific licensed venues that trade after midnight,
• Events with an occasional liquor license, and;
• the Crown gaming floor.

The proof of vaccination requirement will be ongoing, as we are effectively bringing forward what would be the case under an updated Safe Transition Plan – as a result of Omicron.

This is where we were going already, but now we are confident to bring it forward.

Proof of vaccination is a shared responsibility – shared between the venue and the patron.

But really, it’s about doing the right thing – not just for yourself, but for the person next to you at the table, serving you across the bar or on the dance floor.

The key thing is, if we keep doing the right thing – coming forward to get tested, checking in at venues, getting vaccinated – things will be better for everyone.

Edit;

WA Health has confirmed that, as of 10am this morning, WA has recorded two new local cases and six cases related to returned travellers.

The new local cases are from the same household and are being transferred to hotel quarantine. Early investigations suggest both cases are linked to the Delta backpacker cluster. There were no new cases related to the hotel security guard reported yesterday.

Investigations and genomic sequencing are still ongoing in relation to the hotel security guard. Preliminary advice suggests transmission possibly

Hello guys, I have to travel from Mumbai to Hyderabad by flight(indigo) and wanted to ask what is the maximum allowance for liquor.

I was sleeping when she died. Drooling and drifting from one hazy dream to another, blissfully unaware of the struggles that were her last breaths.

I wouldn't have done it if not for what happened to her. For what I did to her.

Was it redemption that I was seeking? Deliverance, perhaps? Or maybe just a good night's sleep. I don't know. I guess I'll never know. My father always used to say that you can never really be a good judge of your own intentions, so you should just stop trying.

I didn't go looking for it. It came to me by pure chance while I was mindlessly scrolling through Facebook, rolling an empty bottle of whiskey under my foot, my sweat stale with the stench of its contents. I paused to flex my aching thumb and there it was, the text practically screaming at me -

The Headless Woman Of Kasara Ghat : The Nightmare That Makes Your Dreams Come True!!!

It was the turn of phrase that caught my attention. Just something about that contrasting imagery of dreams and nightmares, of rainbows melting into roiling black skies that resonated with me so suddenly and so deeply that I found myself repeatedly thumbing my phone's screen before I even realised what I was doing.

The link took me to a garbage, ad-riddled website. The kind that has white text slathered on a black background and two pop up ads ready to slap your screen if you dare let your thumb slip. Yet my curiosity made me soldier on. My eyes flew over the text, my heartbeat growing faster and faster the deeper I got into the article.

Have you ever lost someone you loved?

Wish you could talk to them one last time?

Look no further!

The Headless Woman of Kasara Ghat is here to take care of your deepest desires.

Kasara Ghat situated on the Mumbai-Nashik Highway is said to be one of the most haunted stretches of road in India today. It is infamous for having been the site of innumerable fatal accidents over the years and for being used as a dumping ground for multiple murder victims. Needless to say, a lot of restless souls haunt Kasara Ghat.

And chief amongst them, the one that makes the Ghat one of the most dangerous places to visit is the headless woman. Countless travellers have fallen victim to this terrifying woman who stalks this winding hilly road, using the cover of darkness to lure in her prey. Only when she enters the vehicle do the good samaritans realise just what kind of monster they have invited into their abruptly shortened lives.

*But wait, it's not all

I don't see him at first. I don't usually see anyone at the liquor store. I'm too focused. Grab handle, grab mixers, direct shot to register. I'm incredibly efficient at this point. I only pause for a few moments before the handles, to select my poison. I'm on my midweek midday run today. There's a special. Buy 2 handles get 15% off. Fantastic value. I pick something midrange, load it into the cart and shift course to the mixers. I don't see him, but I hear a kid. "Daddy, Daddy, what's that!"

Then I see him. Tell tale puffy face. Jeans a little baggy, eyes a bit bloodshot but only when you know what to look for. Three day beard. He's eyeing the cheap whiskey a few shelves away. His daughter looks to be about the same age as one of my kids, similar coloring. He smiles a bit in response to her question and tells her it's Vodka. Her hair needs to be washed, but she's happy. I know he's a drunk because I'm a drunk.

It's probably just the age, but it guts me. I don't take my kids to the liquor store. I've done the drive thru with them in the car seat when they were too young to know. They'll figure it out on their own of course. Even if I keep not drinking around them. They'll know, and they won't be ok with it, nor should they be. No amount of fun toys or trips is going to make their Dad being an alcoholic who divorced their Mom at least in part because of that ok.

I could just leave, I tell myself. I can turn around, leave the booze in the cart, and go home. I don't need it and it's going to make me worse. I know this, I've always known this. I've got enough at home to taper. I can just fucking stop. If I don't get it together I am going to fuck those kids up, and eventually it'll be me pushing them around the liquor store teaching them about vodka before they're old enough to walk into one or drive a car on their own. I pause in the middle of the store between Gin and Rum and just stand there for a minute.

But you know how this story ends. I go to the register. I go home. I make myself a drink.

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Especially when you are traveling alone in a different country. If someone steals or your stuff gets lost, you still have money.

Arriving at your first duty station in the Army is always an intimidating situation. Added to the fact that you probably don't know the rules of what you can or can't be ordered to do. I mean things like telling you what you can or can't spend your money on, that you're liable if you leave your TA50 in your vehicle and it gets stolen, or if you live off post that your CoC needs a memo to inspect your house, nor to sign a hand receipt until you inspected the items, etc.

Some other things:

• Ways to make extra money in the barracks.
• Get your correspondence hours up quickly.

What's some more advice or information that Soldiers, especially new ones should/ need to know?

I'm trying to compile a list for a JEC project I'm working on.

Words of Wisdom

• PT is not the only thing that matters in the Army despite evidence to the contrary.

• When you become an NCO or Officer don't let the power go to your head. Also, you do magically get all the knowledge of the Army when you become an NCO or Officer.

  • Take care of your soldiers and they'll take care of you. They don't have to be your soldiers for you to take them under your wing, "All soldiers are entitled to outstanding leadership." even you reading this.

• It's okay to use the Open-Door Policy. You do not have to notify your CoC, that's a courtesy. But don't use it for dumb shit or just to whine.

• If one of your battles gets into a fight with anyone, your ass better be there backing them up.

• Get everything important in writing or have evidence to back it up. (IE: Text, Emails, video recordings, etc.) Otherwise, it's he said/ she said and if the person is a higher rank than you it's less likely to be in your favor.

• It doesn't have to affect you for you to do something about it.

• Live within your means. You do not need a TV the size of your wall.

• Have receipts for expensive electronics printed physically and sent to an email digitally.

• Set multiple alarm clocks. You shouldn't have just one, because that's only one point of failure from a disaster.

• Know how long it takes you to do things and plan accordingly. Such as how long it takes you to get ready in the morning, go downstairs, and get to work. Then allow 10-15 minutes extra just in case something unexpected happens. If it happens once shame on you, twice shame on me, three times is a pattern.

• Don't be that Jr Enlisted that buys a Ford Mustang straight out of BCT.

• Don't sell your CIF gear online.

• The Drill SGT is lying it's not

Wake up at 0330 this morning. Eyes just shoot open and I'm staring up at the ceiling. Curious sensation. I feel neither well-rested nor tired; I feel...alert, like I just lay down to close my eyes for a minute. I don't even remember what time I passed out last night, but I know it's been getting earlier and earlier.

I reach over to my phone to check the time. Despite the fact I'm not really doing, well, anything of any import today it seems too early for me to be awake. Jonesy is next to me in bed. I can't help but feel a brief sense of smug satisfaction at that. I recently put more padding around the window barricade and after some abortive probing sessions he seems to have accepted he can't break out anymore. That's good. I was starting to get annoyed by the 3-4AM wake ups, with him crashing through the window.

I lay in bed for a little while, wondering if I'll fall back asleep. Not gonna work, I'm properly wide awake. I have a feeling my body has roused me now because I'd just crossed that line between drunk and withdrawing. Drink, body says. I shift around in bed a little; clack my hip goes. It sounds like someone popping a knuckle, only louder. I'm starting to get them multiple times a day.

I get up and head to the bathroom for the first ass piss session of the day. I flick on the light as I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror. I look like shit. I look more like a homeless person than I did when I was actually homeless. I've been wearing, and sleeping in, the same t shirt and jeans since the first day of the year. The gash on my head has crustified into a giant scab with stitches poking out. I've lost a bit of weight from not eating, my hair's a greasy mop, and I've got 3 weeks of scraggly, wispy, 'beard' covering my face. I've never been able to grow a proper beard; it comes out all patchy and shitty looking. Probably just as well I grew up in a conservative household where dad discouraged any facial hair growth because it's for "hippies and bums". Kinda odd he had a giant, bushy, mustache for 99.9% of the time I knew him.

I head out on to the porch for my breakfast cigarette. There's old blood dappling the porch. My blood. There's a trail that leads all the way from the yard to the bathroom sink. I should probably get that cleaned up some time. I'm running out of cigarettes and already groaning about having to head to the store for more later. I have this weird mental disconnect between restocking booze and restocking smokes

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Writer's note: Back to pieces moving on the board. For those of you who read the pancake section, I'm glad that you guys seemed to enjoy it. For those of you who didn't read it, don't worry I made sure there was nothing "Mission Essential" to the story in there. Just good old-fashioned smut.

(imagine this next bit in Jeremy Clarkson's voice)

In tonight's episode! Vickers uses a cheatcode. The blonde man has weird feet. And James attempts to wear some pants.

All jokes aside. Enjoy.

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In his life James had woken up to the mountain hot springs, the rings that orbited this planet, a flower covered balcony of a castle, the jade and marble structures of Jadesport, and (back on Earth) the summit of Mt. Fuji. These views of different, fantastic, sunrises had formed some great memories for him. Hell, even the most diehard night owl couldn't deny the beauty of a sunrise.

To James though, those sunrises all took second place to how he woke up this day. It could have been a terrible start to the day. He'd woken up from a nightmare. He couldn't remember what about, but it had been enough for him to jolt awake in a panic. Only Amina's stirring had brought him back to the present. Her hand unconsciously groped for him after he'd woken up. He quickly settled himself back down and kissed the hand before placing it back on his chest.

Last night had been incredible. James and Amina had finally given in to their desires and spent the night in bed, but not asleep. He was still sore all over from the exertion, and his head pounded lightly with a dehydration headache. Still, he knew that it was worth it.

I just hope that that spell she mentioned does what she implied it would. He thought.

He laid that way for a while, awake but not wanting to disturb her sleep, until eventually the guards outside sounded the morning horns. The sound caused her to wake, she immediately tried to lift herself up, digging the palm of her hand into his chest unexpectedly.

"Ow!" James yelped, startled more than anything.

"[Huh? Oh gods, James!]" She whispered before a yawn and stretch stopped her. "[I'm sorry.]" She said, forgetting that he couldn't understand her.

"All good." He replied, catching the tone of an apology easily

There it is, no one knows. I haven't spoken to anyone about it. The majority of the past twenty years has been one night's binge to the next. Folks know I'll have several drinks but not that I go home and continue to hammer them until I pass out and then feel like shit and repeat the next night. The liquor store folks know my by name (all of them, even though I visit many so I don't look like a huge alcoholic to them).

One day a friend posted to social media that he was going sober for all of January 2021 and if he liked it he was going to aim for the whole year, I silently decided to follow suit.

January 11th 2021 I managed to empty my fridge.

It's been a long year - a lot of travel, had COVID, life was shook hard by hurricane Ida, father who was very close passed away, and many other struggles. All the while, no one knew my battle.

Tomorrow marks 365 days sober. I never thought I'd make it this far, or what I'd do if I actually did. But here I am and I intend to stand strong in my struggle.

Regardless what your circumstances, you can do it. Stay strong, stay true to yourself, and stay positive.

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

It's been a while but I'm back on my Monsta X appreciation agenda! Continuing from my previous posts about Hyungwon, Minhyuk and Shownu, today I will be yelling into the void about Monsta X's beloved main vocalist Kihyun!

So first of all, man has got an absolutely KILLER voice. He has one of my favourite voices in all of KPOP, I have a thing for voices that imo suit a Rock/Punk band and he 100% fits the bill. There's a reason why his Imagine Dragons - Believer cover got 7 million views (it's cause it SLAPS, Kihyun Rock solo when?????). Literally Monsta X are always shook at their main vocalist even though they've worked with him for so long, just watch him slay his Lost In The Dream high note. I will NEVER shut up about his note in the huge collab stage for The Earth Traveller and other idols reactions to it (for multi-stans imo the best part of the entire collab is Kihyuns hignote > SVT DK and Seungkwan > Eunji slaying). Even predebut he was already so great (this performance of Jonghyun's Y Si Fuera Ella is so emotional), and he's only been improving since then! Back in 2017, he was brought out as a "Hidden Card" on a variety show where singers battle each other. They were worried since he was so young and the song he was singing was an old school classsic but he killed it, and its one of my fave performances of his! I adore aespa's Savage and I recently found out Jooheon and Kihyun did a cover, highlights are him slaying the chorus, I knoOoOoW your sacrifices oOOoOh and NingNing's [yeaaAAAAHHH](https:

So far I’ve got:

Sandwich co (you can’t beat our meat) IT company (if you’ve got a Trojan we can help) Laundry service (dont press your luck) Organic shop (all we do is pot, and pull hoes) or (getting down and dirty with your hoes) Pet groomers (send your dog to pound town) Transport and travel [by plane] (we’ll get you high) Financial planner (saving lives, with your life savings) Bakery (fresh perky muffins in the front, soft buns in the back) Coffee shop (Mugging you at every corner)

Still looking for raunchy puns and double entendres for:

A Podcast/ music studio A Personal chef A Tour and travel agency A Health care company A Record studio A Game developer A Copyrighting co A Tailor A Garage/bike repair company A Clothing/hat maker A Personal trainer A Truck sharing (moving co) An Architecture bureau or real estate co An Illustrator A Pest control company A Wedding planner A Fishing and charter tour company A Liquor store

Help me out.

Greetings CA fam! It has been a while, hasn't it? God knows I should have posted earlier, especially with having so much time on my hands recently. Belated happy kwanza and a new year to you all. After receiving numerous requests, demands, threats, and bribes to post I figured I better pull my thumb out and deliver. Get ready, kids, it's gonna be a long one.

Day 8 of calling out from work. I've got health problems, drink problems, a rapidly shrinking bank balance, and stitches in my forehead. I have a lot of ground to cover, a lot's happened, but I'll try to keep it (relatively) concise, if not coherent. Where to begin?

I guess things start on the 1st of December. CAG came back from her boondoggle in San Diego. You'll be pleased to know I did not cave and pay for her to come back, it was actually her estranged, abusive, CA dad who got her out of there. More on him later.

Despite her sweet-sounding words and promises of changed behavior in San Diego my suspicions were confirmed when it didn't take long for the mask to drop. We were already arguing hours after she got back to mine because of her secret drinking (I spotted her when she triggered the porch camera), and by the weekend I'd already kicked her out. I'd warned her multiple times when she was in SD I wasn't going to put up with her narcissistic behaviors if she intended to come back, and if she carried on like she had I would happily throw her ass out again.

I woke up the day after we had a screaming match to find her bags packed on the porch and a sneering smirk on her face. I knew what was coming before it came so just ignored her while we smoked in silence, then dashed inside to drink and stash the booze before she could hide it in her belongings. Out comes the inevitable threat of her leaving. She'd been up for almost 4 hours before me and hadn't really unpacked since coming back from San Diego; if she really wanted to leave she had plenty of time to do so. I'd also noticed several 'essentials' she couldn't have forgotten in the house, so this was clearly just a ploy.

I don't know why she pulls this stunt, I really don't. Every time we have a major fight she will, at least once, do this: "if you don't x,y,z I will leave you!" trying to cow me into submission. Abandonment threats don't work on me. I'm not going to beg and plead that you stay, I'm going to get angry. She had an ex, Drew, who she claimed strangled her nearly to death when she threatened to leave him. Maybe she thinks

Did it appear yet? Or did i miss it?