Gird your livers, Internet. Gird them well.

Takes a photo of a bird.

Wants to touch an animal.

Gets called something other than "Jim" by Chris.

Chris. I have so many bird photos. Worlds of bird photos the likes of which exist only in the fevered minds of overzealous ornithologists.

I also want to touch all the animals. And Jams, Jum, and.... jibbles I think it was the other day? Are all things I answer to now.

You can experience the zest of initiative, the joy of discovery, in our mysterious and manifold bird-world while drunk off your ass, Jams.

Everytime Jim is awesome. I'd need a new liver :3.

Does your wife even call you by your name anymore? Or does she just roll over in bed and say, "good morning, Jams, would you like a rockstar"

Also: Every time Jim drinks an energy drink.

Kitsunechu: NOPE you would be an entirely sober gentleman with a liver untouched by ethanol, sir. XD

sideburnpower: I don't think she's ever called me Jams. That is your domain and yours alone. Also that's like, one, two shots a day which is not much. Maybe 3 tops.

"Okay four. Five. Six at most."

There was a time when it would have been five or six. Then heart troubles and coming near to fainting put an end to that.

In fact, five or six shots would probably be better for you, LOL

"every time Chris proposes something stupid to Jim"

"Every time Chris tries to convince Jim that he would like to lift heavy things over and over and over again."

So Jim when do you want to start on the road to recovery with me.

I see the doctor on March 2nd.

I hope it goes well!