Hey people, fun fact: If you're boiling eggs and you forget about them, and all the water boils away, they pop like popcorn...
Ladies, are you unaware that your pants/dress/shorts are see-through? Or are you aware and you just don't care? Either way I'm going to creep on you, so I suppose it doesn't matter all that much.
Good to know. So women on the board, if there's an overweight guy peeping on you it may just be Gravy.
Greetings from Canmore, Alberta. This is certainly the nicest view I've ever had from a hostel. Cousin's wedding yesterday in Calgary. Actually quite nice. I wanted to make sweet, sweet love to the beef tenderloin. Huge blowout fight with dad today. Which is to say he lost his temper over trivial things and I was having none of it (which is a luxury I have that my siblings don't because, being totally independent, I won't tolerate his bullshit). Afterwards my mom hugged me and said "You've grown up son, good job". I guess it's nice to receive compliments but it's also not my job to say things she should have said when we were kids but couldn't because her dad was the same poisonous character she married. They dropped me off at my hostel and kept on down the road deeper into the Rockies. I didn't even look at my dad as I left. I've a six hour hike to Banff ahead of me tomorrow with a reasonable chance of rain. I'll have a lot to think about and not even a portable music player to distract me from my thoughts.
Pfffffft. Get out more often, Poindexter. Downhill Mountain Biking, which is literally faster-- through woods-- and the athletes don't dress like Faggotry Stardust And The Spandex Monkeys From Venus. Over wooden, hand-built tracks twenty feet over the forest floor. Taking five-story drops off cliffs and then accelerating to almost 80 mph on non-graded terrain. Rocks. Cactus. Thorns. Trees that will kill your ass dead. You could die just for being a spectator. Nerves of steel, those people. Tour de Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..... I'd rather watch fucking static. It's like golf: it's fun to play if you like it, but as for watching it goes, the only thing it's good for is for senior citizens to fall asleep in front of.
I swear to God, I attract all the "personalities" at the grocery store. Today it was a young woman who at first seemed friendly. She made a comment by the potatoes about how busy it was because tomorrow was a furlough day. I ran into her a couple more times, each time she made a comment and I just smiled. Then I was a couple carts behind her in the self check out lane and she came up to me and just stood there next to me, starting a very awkward conversation that somehow lead to how her grandmother died and her dad did x,y,z to take care of the funeral back in Mississippi. Her older parents had the cart. Her mom walked past to go to the cart and I was introduced as "the nice woman I told you about." As she walked away, I saw some little foam animal keychains attached to her purse. I am still not sure what happened back there.
Still hungover. Went outside just as the neighbors were pulling ribs off of the smoker. I briefly considered committing a violent act and stealing a slab. I really need a Primo grill and smoker (not BBQ, you beaver fuckers).
New rule: if you want to be a dick about bbq vs grilling, you have to correct people when they incorrectly call it a grilled cheese sandwich. Incidentally, making a grilled cheese sandwich on the barbecue is pretty awesome.
Says the guy who doesn't even know the proper name for his equipment. And grilled cheese gets a pass because it's made on a griddle.
I taking my daughter to her first Blue Jays game on Sunday, and she's demanding to wear the old white home jersey I wore to MY first game in 1984, tho it is more like a nightgown on her. Isn't that cute shit what gets you on the Jumbotron in the first place? I'm already planning out what obscene gesture I should use if it happens.
I wish y'all Canadians could be more like these dudes. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=relmfu&v=ezUvGhT4KwM[/youtube]
Re: Re: 7/12/13 Weekend Drunk Thread Not really. I see it more as a writing exercise, dumbing myself down to the lowest common denominator. It's actually pretty damned difficult.
I'm following. I wouldn't return the favour unless an incoherent plethora of cricket related drunk rants are your thing.