Cocaine: Its all glitz and glamour until your hunched over a dirty public toilet at 3am and all you an think is "Can I get a nummie off this tank without contracting AIDS?" EDIT: One more thought. Cocaine: Pick up all the whores you want, but then live in shame when the very thing that secured a whore prevents you from fucking her.
Cocaine is the biggest tease drug there is. Now that I don't do it anymore, I can say that I hate it. It's like a student loan: While you have it you're having the time of you life, but it's a complete rip-off for what you get out of it and you're paying for it long after it's gone. For people with mow self-control it's a life ruiner. WIth E, you can get a 6 hour orgasm buzz for $10. With blow, you get a $10 line buzz that makes you think you can destroy buildings with your fists or "start up a business" for 20 minutes. Then, you really REALLY want another line. NOW.
Oh, what hubris. I woke up drunk, and the hangover is just now starting to surface. I have an engagement party to go to today. With adults. And conversation. All I want to do is sit and regret things. Also, your boogers turn white.
Well tonight I'm going to get as drunk as a student on student loan day. How I miss those days. Here's a wee number about the student area I used to live in: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOdevNC0Lec" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOdevNC0Lec</a> Oh well, I've had a few already and am about to hit town with £3 in my pocket. Luckily it's a small town so I'll be able to scrounge borrow and steal enough to get hammered, no doubt about it. Chucky ar la! Up the Conto's and the socialist republic!
The same way EVERY douchebag tries to look like he's the cat's ass on Halloween: by walking up to random girls and using the same line that every guy thinks he invented but didn't: "Hey, our costumes go so well together! Would you mind posing for a photo with me?" a.k.a: "This is one chance to look like Mr. G.Q. Smooth in a picture. See you on Facebook!!!"
Despite the camp and ridiculous inaccuracies, I can't help but feel this is more than a little allegorical: Celebrating Thanksgiving in November? Madness.
Belgium (noun) - A country invented specifically for the purpose of having the British and Germans settle their differences. See also: France. In unrelated news,
Only three more weekends until I am done with 7 day work weeks and HAVE A NEW FUCKING JOB! WOOHOO! Two offers on the table! Time to go figure out how an AK-47 works!
Brewing a double oatmeal stout with the gf. Should be ready by Thanksgiving. Pretty damn pumped, it's been a year since the last time I brewed beer, no idea why I waited this long to do that again. If you like beer and have some free time I highly suggest brewing your own beer, both rewarding and delicious.
Playing with newly sharpened kitchen knife --> I am now bleeding. I really should have seen that coming.
This is what happens when my fucking parents fucking open my Alabama Championship bottle of Maker's Mark. Alabama just had a lot of cock shoved down its throat.
It's been getting colder, so I'm making chili and cornbread from scratch. To be washed down with Fat Tire.
Wife and kid are away foir the night, and all of my friends bricked. Guess I'm getting loaded with you fuckers tonight. Whiskey, Weed and Waren Zevon. I haven't got drunk at home on my own in years. It feels like a Monster Ballad Night.
Oh my god. Vladimir Putin's name in French is Vladimir Poutine. This may have something to do with the fact that, if the French were to pronounce "Putin" as they would normally, it would sound exactly like "putain", which means "whore".
Mmmm... I missed you Montego Bay. You're a much smoother rum than Captain Morgan. Are there any other rum drinkers on the board?
BAM I'm not a rum drinker so much as a closet alcoholic, but my favorite rums tend to be central American. Ron Zacapa 23 is boss, the 15 is good too. Flor de Cana 12 is also damn good. All to be consumed neat or with ice. For mixing with shit I go sweet and will pick up Goslings or Sailor Jerry. The one upshot of living in your Dad's house at 23 is you get to drink his good booze. I think I'll go drink some rum that's as old as I am now. I need to make some new goddamn friends, nearly all of mine have moved. I'm going to go ahead and see if I can drink enough to forget that drinking doesn't help at all. *Forgot to mention there is a 0.0001% chance you can find any of the first three rums I listed in SA.