Sorry about that; I checked back a little bit after first posting and no one had said anything, so I left. I was used to the fast pace of the old drunk threads. For a Clamato? I don't get it. But no, I was let out on my "Discretionary Mandatory Release" last month. Magnificently contoured and virginal, as always. No, I don't think T.D.C. makes license plates anymore, but I might be wrong. I worked in laundry at one unit, and was an S.S.I. at another. Boring. A colossal waste of my time and taxpayer dollars. I got to read a lot, though. THAT really surprised me. In case anyone was wondering, gay marriage DID NOT have a positive reception in prison. Shocking, I know. Never been to New York. Had guns pulled on me before, but never been shot. Thanks for the welcome back, folks! I missed this place; I'm gonna have to get used to the new layout.
Keeping Up With the Kardashians in a landslide, at least Disick is a self-aware asshole who is amusing. If its a room temp curling iron, then its about even.
I want to hear Bar Rafaeli's answer to the curling iron question. While I'm here, Dixie, in celebration of my country's politely asking the Queen if it would be alright if we made a few of our own laws - and in celebration of your release - why don't you try a cold, refreshing tomato and clam based cocktail? Even if you're not allowed alcoholic beverages, a cold clamato with some tabasco and worcestershire sauce is something to behold; so much the better if you can add some citrus. Bright and zesty, it has far more character than your ordinary plain jane tomato juice.
ARE YOU A MEXICAN?!? ARE YOU A DRUG DEALING CRIMINAL RAPIST?!!! (And, if so, NBC would like a word with you.)
I'm neither but, damn it, they're refreshing. I may have to run up to the gas station and grab a four pack.
Back in college my friends and I would use that drink as a punishment for losing a drinking game. Not one of us could stand a single sip of that putrid substance. Anything, and literally anything that has reconstituted clam juice in it can not taste good or be good for you
Jesus. I honestly can't think of anything I'd want less then a clam based beverage on a hot day. Or even a tepid day. Speaking of hot. It was 95 once again on my way to work this morning at 6 AM. At least the humidity was up to 25% so I was already sweaty when I clocked in. On the way home it was 117 according to my truck's not so trusty temperature read out. And the humidity was still at 17%. Fuck this noise.
Jesus Christ, I didn't know that they still made that abomination. I was working at a gas station when that came out, and we didn't sell a single can all summer. I don't know why they keep thinking that mixing anything with Bud Light is ever going to taste good. Their new Mixtails line tastes like they dumped a barrel of Kool-aid powder into the vat with the hops. Actually, that might have been exactly what they did. Trying to recreate 4Loko with 3% alcohol and no caffeine is not a winning strategy.
Haters gonna hate. I'm not going to get any tonight anyway because that would require putting on a bra. I'll just drink a good old Bud Light instead. It's all class over here, gentlemen.
You're talking about getting bud light mixed with crustaceans' ass sweat. Wearing a bra to grab a case of that would be akin to wearing a tux on a fishing trip.
Now, if we could get some real stories with details, this could be actually interesting. That is why I am requesting the mods and Dixie to run an "Ask a Prisoner" thread. What say you?
I'm sorry what? Since when does not wearing a bra mean you don't get laid? I thought that in most instances it works out the other way. Don't think I've ever heard anyone say, male or female, wait she doesn't have a bra on I'm no longer aroused.
I'm married. That means I don't get any by default. I meant get any Bud Light and Clamato at the gas station. There was a time, before I had children, that I wouldn't have worried about running up town sans bra. I live in a new time now, one where a brassiere is needed any time I'm not at home. It's a sad time, indeed, but I can't talk the husband into buying me new ones so here we are.
I'm not pregnant and I don't smoke, but sure something like that. Except she's clearly wearing a black bra under her wife beater. Come on man, pay attention!
I was too distracted by the black eye. Apparently she doesn't need to be told a second time. That's hot.
Annnnd...it's down to 107, the wind is blowing, there's dark clouds covering the sky, and the thunder is rumbling. Great. We've got just enough humidity to brew up a storm and make the next few days even more miserable.