So I'm watching Inside the Actor's Studio (Jim Carrey is on), and next week it will be Puff Daddy (or whatever he now calls himself). The snippet preview contained this gem from P. Diddy: Is it me, or does "jail or death" not add up to two possible outcomes?
Had a pretty fun night last night. I saw two awesome 90's punk bands, face to face and strung out, went to a pretty fun bar afterward and closed out the night drinking by myself and watching patsy cline videos on youtube until 5am. Right now all I want is some greasy food of some sort but I'm stuck in a stupid poker tournament. Somebody needs to bring me a bigmac ASAP.
Fuck all you. Patsy Cline is good music and I'll bare-knuckle box anybody who says otherwise. I didn't JUST listen to her but I'll be damned if she doesn't have one of the greatest voices ever... and with that said I done on the subject for I can feel my testosto-meter sinking as we speak.
Moving on... I'm out of the poker tournament I was in. I lost with a full house to quad 3s... such bullshit. Finally able to leave my house, I bought a slice of pizza and a can of fanta, pretty much the best combination ever. So if anybody is en route with that bigmac I wanted, altough it's much appreciated, it's no longer necessary.
This is a piss poor drunk thread. 11 pages? 11 fucking pages? You degenerates disappoint. I planned to get drunk Friday. I didn't. I planned on getting wasted on Saturday. A good whiskey drunk mind you. I didn't. I had no ambitions about getting drunk on Sunday yet here I am. A nice tipsy warm, I love you man kind of drunk. I hiked a bunch this morning with the pooch and friends. Did a friends recommended trail and it was awful. Ended up having to trample through brambles for half a mile... never again. Pooch still needed more exercise so I brought him down to the center of town which has a nice 3 mile loop with nice wide streets and ended up seeing the most epic beat down I've ever witnessed. A guy and his wife were walking with a carriage about 50yds in front of us on this long straightaway. A car with it's bass bumping comes whipping through, and comes awfully close to us and then slaloms around the couple and carriage for no reason since there wasn't any traffic coming in the other direction. The car got within a foot of the couple which is way too fucking close. There's a stop sign at the end of this stretch and there happened to be a slow moving car in front of the douches car. The guy with the carriage sees this and sprints with fucking Usain Bolt speed after the car as they slow down when the car in front of them stops. The dude reaches the car just as the car in front of them stops, whips open the drivers door, pulls the driver out onto the street and proceeds to beat the ever living shit out of him. I'm talking body kicks, head stomps, ground and pound. I've never seen someone get their ass whooped so thoroughly in approximately 20 seconds. I started jogging since I knew there was a passenger but it was just a chick who screamed bloody murder. Dude was fucking OUT when I jogged by. I love it when people get what they deserve.