Albeit crazy...I'm all in for a game of "alcohol that I've stolen'" - (story must accompany)
Haha, it started in maybe 7th grade by stealing cases of beer off the beer trucks that were parked for delivery at various bars in town. We'd pilfer then stash them in abandoned houses. These luke-warm beer parties were of legend!
Or, how about~~~you know you're still an alkie when:
...you finally fold all of last week's clean clothes and less than one day later... voilą.
Happy Tuesday/Monday, all.