This will be a thread devoted to stories in regards to times you 'fell off the wagon', so to speak.

Maybe you had not had a drink in years, then something happened and you gave in. Hadn't had a smoke in months, then you found yourself puffing away. Maybe drugs are your vice. Masturbation. Pornography. Food. Gambling.
Maybe a woman or man you swore you'd have nothing to do with again crept back in.

Whatever your poison, what made you Succumb to it's call? What was it that drove you back into the warm, loving arms of your old habit?

Did you straighten back out? Do you still struggle to keep it at bay?

Let's hear it.

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No, not at all.

Not one line of your reply has anything at all to do with the subject at hand.

I now know I would bang Nerblybear's sister, that's it.

That could have been accomplished somewhere else. Start a 'Hey, I have a somewhat attractive sister' thread.

Don't mistake my lack of attacks towards you as of late as weakness.

Don't think you can get comfortable and just kick back and spread your bullshit into my thread.

Sorry man, I didn't mean to.

Carry on.

About ten years ago I broke a long vegetarian streak with a patty melt at the Vortex in Atlanta. I had driven 15 straight hours overnight from NY and was exhausted and starving. At that point a salad was not going to happen.

Jesus Christ, that was a good burger.

NerblyBear wrote:Sorry man, I didn't mean to.

Carry on.

As long as we have your permission.

Anyone with half a fucking brain wanna make a contribution Nerbly says it's ok if we carry on, hear that everyone?

Sock OR Muffin? wrote:About ten years ago I broke a long vegetarian streak with a patty melt at the Vortex in Atlanta. I had driven 15 straight hours overnight from NY and was exhausted and starving. At that point a salad was not going to happen.

Jesus Christ, that was a good burger.

Was it a one time thing? Have you crossed back over at any point? Did it send you off into a tailspin?

Sock OR Muffin? wrote:About ten years ago I broke a long vegetarian streak with a patty melt at the Vortex in Atlanta. I had driven 15 straight hours overnight from NY and was exhausted and starving. At that point a salad was not going to happen.

Jesus Christ, that was a good burger.

Millions of years ago, as a family, we were travelling home from holiday and we pulled over on the side of the road and my Mum ran into a bakers to grab some food while we were in a traffic jam. My Dad and my two brothers waited patiently in the summer heat.

My older brother, about 15 at the time, had been vegetarian for some months. We were all a bit sleepy. My Mum handed out the sausage rolls, the clue's in the name, and I sat and watched as he ate his. I knew as they were passed around, what he was about to eat and I could have said something. I just sat there and watched. To make it worse, I then announced that that was the end of his vegetarian streak.

I'm not sure why he tried to punch me.

It was so funny. But writing this has made me realise what a bastard I am. I think I'll call him to apologise. Or send him a sausage roll.

My wife was a vegetarian when she moved to Chicago. I met her the second day she was here.
She lasted about 2 weeks here before I got her to eat a beef sandwich, she's never looked back.

See what you did, Soup? You made Nerbly delete a post where he admitted to smoking crack.

I remember when I was 13, I told myself I was going to stop masturbating when I turned 14.

I not only fell off that wagon, I died of dysentery.