I like it better than Captain, because it doesn't have a shitty aftertaste. It's also higher proof. The price, at least where I'm at, is virtually identical. Admiral Nelson, on the other hand, is fucking piss water.
Where the fuck is everyone? My wife is out at a movie with a bunch of women from karate that started a book club, watching "Water for Elephants". I'm sitting around playing NBA 2k11, having Jerry with Cherry Coke Zero since I started a low/no-carb diet so I can get ripped for summer time. Kids are sleeping. Tonka is passed out, but at least he's trying to hang out with me on the couch rather than stretching out on my bed. And you bastards are either lurking or out having fun. ENTERTAIN ME!
For my brother's 21st birthday I'm taking him bowfishing. That's where you shoot a bow and arrow. At a fish. And then reel them in with 200 lbs test line. I've never shot a bow and arrow, nor caught any of the kind of fish we'll be hunting. But it'll be one hell of a 21st birthday.
Wife is working late, and I'm sitting here and watching Boy Meets World season 4 on DVD, because I'm completely bored. Rock bottom? Not sure. Just thinking two things: 1) Wish the Playstation Network were back online, and 2) Topanga was hot, flashing back to 90s crushes.
I was having a food nap. From all of the delicious food I made, and then subsequently ate. I've been thinking about it and I think that I may go ahead and purchase that 26 year old bike I checked out yesterday. I could do a lot worse for $1500.
Both valid points. I really wanna play Portal 2 online, but the fucking PSN has been down for going on a week. And I have lost millions of knuckle children to Topanga. Okay, after reading some the posts, I guess I need to try this Sailor Jerry stuff.
I hope you mean motorcycle, because I can't think of a 26 year old bicycle worth $1500. I need to buy a new bicycle, and I want to get a motorcycle, too.
I was going to post this in the R&R thread but it might be more topical here. I started taking an antidepressant on Wednesday, after stopping the medication I was on a few months ago. I've been struggling horribly without taking anything to keep me balanced out, lashing out at everyone for every reason and generally being in an uncontrollable shitty mood. I feel weak for needing some kind of chemical crutch, but it is what it is and I've stopped punishing myself for it. I got fucking blitzkrieged last night with some friends I hadn't seen in a while, which is a terrible idea on an antidepressant. I went to sleep feeling fine and woke up a few hours later and literally thought I would die. I wish I had written about how I was feeling then, because I honestly don't remember now, but it was like there was this horrible pressure in my head to not feel drunk anymore and that I would die if it didn't stop. I tried to puke and nothing would come out, then I was lucky to diarrhea it all out. My stomach has been queasy all week anyway from the medication. With that in mind, I have been talking to this absolutely gorgeous older woman on Match.com for about a week now, and she asked for my number online earlier today. She called as I was leaving the cookout at my mom's and we ended up talking for a little over an hour. Three things became evident: 1. She was a Bengal cheerleader in her younger days (she's 38 now); 2. She got stood up earlier today by someone and was somewhat hurt by it. People who look like her just don't get stood up by men, I'm sure. And; 3. After talking to me for a while, she really wants me to come over tonight. She told me to be at her house at 11:00. She has to clean up the dance studio she has in her house (she started teaching dance after she quit cheerleading a few years ago because really, what else could an unemployed cheerleader do?, and got the huge house she shared with her husband in the divorce settlement) and shower, and shave. She spoke of music, booze, and massages. There was more but my brain is a little too short-circuited to remember everything, but the signals here are pretty clear. Barring some horrible setback or misfortune, I'm going to fuck a Ben-gal. As far as I'm concerned, this is the Holy Grail of hookups. We all have cheerleader fantasies. She still has her uniform. Now, keep in mind that I've had the shits for the past week. I had a burger, a baked potato and some steamed vegetables, and a big bowl of ice cream at my mom's earlier. I've not shit since before that meal. I farted a few times on the way home, and once in the shower just now, and they were literally the worst things I've ever smelled. I could hear the wallpaper border in my bathroom peeling as the smell permeated the room. You can all see where this is going. Please, if you're reading this, set aside a few moments to pray to whatever Gods you may believe in, or at least pretend to believe, so that I won't be mid-thrust or still making small talk when my bowels decide they need to unleash hell on her poor bathroom. I do NOT want to relive that episode of Seinfeld where George is fucking some woman and has to shit, except the bathroom doesn't give him enough privacy, so he has to leave her place and never hear from her again. I'm off to see the wizard. Wish me luck.
Unfortunately,I think Topanga strapped on a feedbag after boy meets world. Also, take $100T2's advice and try Sailor Jerry with Dr. Pepper. Goddamn it's good.
Johnny Walker (red), ginger ale (store brand), cigar (sweets). Over the last few months I've been collecting beer bottle caps. Tonight the wife counted them. 334. I'm not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed.
So far today i've watched the new Doctor Who (fucking awesome), My Little Pony (alright), and now I'm watching the first episode of Ren and Stimpy drunk off Abbey of Leffe. Awesome.
Just got home from work. All I want is my bed. Mr. P wants to spend time with me. I need a fucking drink.
This sounds so much like my wife just fifteen minutes ago that it is scary. She came home, ranted about work, wanted to get drunk and go to bed, and gets snippy with me cause she is in a shitty mood. Now I need a drink.
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Hehehe, made out with a 29 year-old vet-med that is graduating in five weeks. My sugar momma plan is a success!