My Mom was at the Apple store the other day and apparently the guy who sold her her macbook moonlights as a real live ghostbuster - she said he had a business card and everything - and people actually pay him money to do this. Apparently his method is to go into his customers' homes/businesses and put on a dog and pony show then tell him their dwellings actually aren't haunted. It takes all kinds, I guess.
So there are two of you playing? Think about what you folks are discussing here - the authenticity of food originating from countries where they are desperately poor and will eat whatever can't scurry away fast enough to escape. I've eaten in Chinese restaurants in Chinatown in New York, where the proprietors spoke no English and every other customer but my party and I was Asian. At a couple of these places the food was visually horrific, tasted so-so at best, and left one of my clients with a debilitating parasite. So much for authenticity.
I was never much of a blackout drinker, but my circle of friends adored it., they saw blacking out as a carwash for sins. Their idiot philosophy was: if I don't remember doing it....it didn't happen. A very sleazy-lawyer-way of thinking. ...no, dude. It still happened.. You still walked out onto the dance floor, shook up your beer and hosed the entire lot of them. Just because your brain went to sleep doesn't mean the rest of you didn't commit atrocities against mankind.
I'm not sure how long ago it was, but I distinctly remember you posting on here about how you couldn't figure out a bathroom door, and maybe 20% of the words were spelled in English. The rest was spelled in drunkspeak.
To not be able to figure out how to open a door I would have to be blackout drunk, but that's just me.
Ever have one of those days? I thought it was Saturday when I woke up. Was so disappointed when I realized "Oh shit, my alarm clock should be on." Either way, hey it's still Friday!
That may have been New Years eve over a year ago, but I REMEMBER almost most of that night. I know how I got to where I slept. Blacking out is when you wake up and say to yourself "Oh my god...how did I make it back here?" That sort of thing happened to me last time I went to Niagara Falls I woke up safely in my hotel room, because by all things high and mighty I shouldn't have. Also:
I usually don't like all the world if fucked sentiments with some trivial things, but that just blew my mind. Searching how do you google something in google. What the fuck
Someone is running around my office playing the sax riff from Careless Whisper off YT on all the TVs in the conference rooms. TVs connected to loud integrated speaker systems.