What's up. My name is Bill, but everyone affectionately calls me "UB". It stands for Uncle Bill because I'm a goddamn uncle.
I may be a little on the older side, but you get a few brewskies in my bloodstream and I'll drink your ass under my the table, and not just any table, my damn Camel Hair pool table. That's right, no sissy-boy green for UB, I command only the good shit.
I enjoy drinking wine quite a bit. It keeps the suds out of my clothes and the hiccups at bay, but it's a damn bitch to clean out of a carpet when I spill it everywhere. You got a chilled box of wine in your fridge and you got the key to unlock my heart. Long live the wine!

Keep on keepin' on and kick ass with the Shot Knights!!
I love the San Francisco 49ers. Those fuckers are Five times World Champs and by god they'll get a 6th as soon as Jerry Rice quite milking all our cap space. Our carousel of lame duck coaches aren't helping either, let's get someone that can manage a team, goddammit!
Montana is a god among men and I love it. No other quarterback can compare. If you differ then we have a problem. Montana forever...

Interrogation:

Age:
46

Weight:
210

Penis Size:
Wife happy tells it all

First Beer You Drank:
Coors (1974)

Current Favorite Beer:
Miller Lite

Favorite Shot:
No Preference

Favorite People To Drink With:
Barb & Gene in CA. also my old pal Frank in CA. and Current Friends / But that could always change

Favorite Places To Drink:
Home / I usually don't go out much if I do BW3 is ok or Froggy's

Bar You'll Never Go Back To:
NightHawk (North Sacto, Del Paso Blvd.)

Do Bartenders Or Waitresses Love Or Hate You?
Who cares as long as you keep buying

Funny Drinking Story:
As old as I am I have to many to post. But the funniest is when my buddy and I were fishing at Stampede Reservoir in Calif. drinking beer and jagger. Arrived in the late afternoon built a fire, ate a little something and consumed mass quantities of alcohol. Getting late sitting around the fire my buddy (Frank) passes out with his feet on a rock that surrounds the blaze, that I keep stoking with more logs. About 1:30 a.m. a Game Warden shows up, we start chatting. As we continue are conversation he glances at Frank and ask how long as he been in that position. I said about 2 hours. He ask me if I noticed that his boots were smoking, I told him yes I had nothing else to watch. I've been wondering how long it would take for him to wake up before his soles melted away. We talked for another hour or so, Frank still asleep no movement. Finally GW left and I went to bed leaving Frank in peaceful slumber. Next morning asked Frank how he felt, he respond like hell and his feet felt like they were on fire. No Shit!!!!!

Closing comments:
Might be getting old but can still hang with the young ones!