I got absolutely hammered last night and slept with an ex from a couple years ago. After we finished I turned to her and said, "I wish instead of blood your veins were full of mango juice and you had a straw sticking out of your jugular." To my credit, I was too drunk to stand and my fridge was only seven feet away, and I had a fresh carton of mango juice just waiting for me if I could make it. In the end it took me maybe 15 minutes to stumble across the room and get it.
I was a zombie last night. The pub crawl was a helluva good time. Spoiler I was a redneck zombie (apparently you can have themed zombies too?) so I had a camo hat and what you don't see are torn up jeans covered in paint and splattered with blood. Tips to being a zombie: Use lots of blood, don't speak coherently, and when in doubt- drink it. Work was hell today because of last night. Oh, and my girlfriend is pissed off at me for not talking to her while I was out last night. Whatever. Work will be hell tomorrow too because I discovered one of our freezers (holding a shit ton of valuable stuff) is busted. My savior tonight: Beamin' Bison Chili... spicy bean chili with a touch of brown sugar and Jim Beam and ground bison. Good stuff!
You don't want to get sucked into the themed zombie stuff http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90TW-p3rkQk [embedding disabled, damn college humor!]
I actually encounter that number often enough that it is becoming concerning. For instance: in my town, you have to sign up for sports on a website that assigns your whole family a number. I'm sure you can guess which number ours is.
It's okay, don't you fret. My family is also surrounded by 6's. 6 Children, Four straight 6's in our phone number, license plates, etc. Oh, and lots of us had 6 fingers and toes. Oh joy! Actually maybe you should be worried. Go pick up some holy water from your local drive through Catholic church asap.
Oh and, lest you think I'd forgotten about the theme: And as an added bonus: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.lamebook.com/2010/05/19/shilohhhhh/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.lamebook.com/2010/05/19/shilohhhhh/</a>
Fuck Papa John's Pizza. Called them at 7:30. Called back an hour and a half later; they said it was out for delivery. Called 30 minutes later, they said it was returned because the delivery guy tried our gate code and called me three times (he didn't). It's 9:45; we're still waiting on ournow half-priced pizza. Fuck Papa John's.
Glowing moonshine? Hell yeah! The best I saw last night was a zombie Lil' Jon. He had a brain in his pimp cup and bloody grills on his teeth.
So the debate and/or discussion has reached a new low at my dad's side of the family. Now there was discussion of Jamaicans in exterminationist terms. Lovely people, those.
I don't even understand the mindset behind this. I mean, I get why people hate Mexicans (not that I agree, but I at least have an idea what fucked up logic is involved), but who the hell hates Jamaicans?
You'd be surprised but Haitians and Dominicans cant stand Jamaicans. Dominicans and Haitians hate each other too. I used to work at a golf course and it was peppered with all kinds of brown people. I heard all kinds of shit. There is some weird hierarchy of racism amongst everyone from below the equator.
If we had played you guys in Minneapolis this weekend, I would have came home for it for sure. Both because you're literally the worst team in the BCS and getting into fights with a bunch Gophers who have nothing to come back with is always a good time and because of the Zombie Crawl. Is this a Minneapolis only thing or do other cities (and campuses, I guess) do it, too?
Canadian black people are not the same as American black people. Whereas yours are mostly descended from former slaves, ours are Caribbean. So when we have gang problems, they're typically Caribbean. And, just to over-simplify the matter, we'll say they're Jamaican and make comments about how in a world after slavery there's no purpose to Jamaicans because slaves were bred to be big, strong and dumb. Really, who knows. Suffice it to say that, when one considers the existence of gang problems among black communities that aren't Caribbean, I think we can safely say that the problem is not immigrants and/or Jamaicans specifically. The real problem is those god damned Americans who started gangs in the first place. But there's a metaphor for Canadian-American cultural exchange for you: Canadians copy every bad ideas Americans have, while ignoring the good ones. And, judging by your taste in our musical "talents", the same is true for Americans.
Shit, I didn't know racism was so complicated. Can't we get a simpler system, like color coded or something?
I..... um.... What part of that thing has to do with pirates? Am I missing something? *looks around suspiciously* Am I on Candid Camera or some shit?