Sounds like this should be the "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh thread" instead of Drunk Thread, ha. However, Coors Light is keeping me nicely drunk.
So, with the horrific loss of the Navy S.E.A.Ls, I was curious about them...and this is a little something I pulled up from the SEAL website: Q. Do Navy SEALs have to kill people? A. "Navy SEALs train for war and fight to win. The execution of a SEAL's duties is swift and violent when required yet guided by the principles that he serves to defend." That is just about the best "yes" answer I've ever seen without the answer actually being "yes".
I don't know how to explain tonight. I went to a party held by a friend of a friend. She was trying to set me up with the sister of her fiance it seems. Me and said sister were otherwise friendly with each other; we walked, talked French (at her suggestion), so forth. I didn't put a hand wrong on her, and I do have a girlfriend of quite some time now. After said sister is rejected from a bar for being too drunk (she wasn't, really), I walked her home. We talked, she took me into her room to show me her french-english dictionaries, she was putting her hand on my knee and her head on my shoulder. Her brother and his fiance (the original friend-of-a-friend) come home. Friend of a friend is talking to me; she wanted this girl to lose her v-card (at 23), she detected some sort of uncertainty in my current relationship, etc etc etc. I'm trying to play it off non-chalant, saying I'm not a cheater, etc. She tries to kiss me I think but I turn my head so it's just a kiss on the cheek thing, an acceptable thing in most mediterranean culture. Then the sister comes out and we're all talking about things. I mean what the hell. And the sister isn't even that hot either. A redhead, sure, but nowhere near enough to lure me away from the girlfriend. I just don't get it. What were people thinking? Fuck. I wonder if the girl would have gone for me if I'd reciprocated any of her flirty gestures. Then again if I'd been in any position to reciprocate I'd have certainly fucked it up somehow. Catch 22.
Whoooooaaaaaaaa...... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH..... Pissssssssssssssssssssssssin' in the wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind.... Bettin' on a losin' friend. Makin' the same miiiiiiiiiiiiiiistaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakes we thoguht wed never make agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssan' in the wind! And its blowin' on all our friends We're gonna sit and grin and tell out grand-child-reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen 'Bout this time I called this guy it was eight in the morning Teach me the words to the song I was hummin Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh hmmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmm Aaaaahhhhhhhhh hmmmm hmm
Mom last night: Do you play Scrabble with Buddies? Me: Do you mean words with friends? Mom: Yeah, that's it! Me: Sometimes. Mom: Well I'm 4-0 against your brother, I'm kicking his butt up and down. Me: Good job. Hard to beat him. Mom: Do you have a thingy on there? Me: You mean an account? I do but you don't want to play me. Mom: Oh yeah? Step up, bucko! (Two hours later...) Mom: Really? REALLY? what the fuck is a Yurt? Me: it's like a little Nepalese dwelling for camping out in or something. Mom: you're so full of shit. Me: whatever. Mom: Your brother just plays words like "ass" and "tits" and "beer." (Another hour later...) Mom: how did you get 62 points for that?!? Me: I bingoed. Mom: what the hell are you talking about? Me: you get 35 extra points for using all 7 letters. It's called a bingo. Mom: whatever. You're so full of shit. You must have an app on your phone to cheat. Me: because "outline" is a really obscure word. (Later still...) Mom: this is bullshit you don't play fair. What is a "pe?" Me: it's a two letter word that I play to win points. Mom: this isn't fair. Me: the object of the game is to win points and block your opponent, not make cute words. Mom: whatever. (Mom plays "take" for 8 points. I play "qi" on a DL two ways for 42.) Mom: Qi? What the fuck is that!?! Latest game: 552 to 186.
I am going to seriously murder some wine bottles tonight. I'm also going to make Husband a fancy dinner with expensive steak, baked potato, roasted asparagus, and ceasar salad. I'll serve a blow job for dessert.
It is so unnecessary for me to be awake right now. I guess I get punished for going to bed that eary last night. Time to try shut eye again....here is some Black Keys that will cure your ills.
Here in New Orleans we talk about what we'll eat for lunch at breakfast and then we talk about what we're going to eat for dinner at lunch, but even we don't plan the booze that we're going to pair with those meals at 4:47AM.