I feel like I'm going to burst just reading that. I once spent a night curled up in the fetal position after eating a burger, fries, some rum and cokes and frozen yogurt. I was praying for the alcohol gods to make me throw up or put me out of my misery.
Then I probably shouldn't mention that I downed a glass of ginger ale and some Ben and Jerry's ice cream to make myself feel better? If you're going to mess up, go big I say. Although truth be told I am feeling better. Home remedies for the win.
How does this happen? Who went left? Never go left. Not during hugs and not when you meet someone in a hallway. Corollary: when you meet someone whilst going around corners whoever is on the inside must continue that way. If you try and maintain the right-left alignment at least one of you is going back to your desk with coffee stains.
That sounds like a great Opinion News poll: Why not? A few months back they asked 20,000 people if they'd rather live on Earth, or the moon. Seriously. Would you rather live on the planet designed for our species, or an unforgivably vicious death vortex 275,000 miles away from it?
See, I always try to walk in the same way as if I'm driving. So that if I come to the corner and I'm making a right, I take the inside. The person making the left should take the outside. If we all followed this rule nobody would have coffee stains. And before people chirp up with "but we drive on the opposite side where I am wah" I don't care because AMERICA FUCK YEAH
I gotta say, I've watched a fair number of European movies, but this one is the weirdest. There's a scene with two Italian men, one of whom is as skinny as a Holocaust victim, in their tighty-whities, firing weapons off into a lake and shouting unintelligibly. It's like ToyToy has Italian cousins or something.
Yes. Same with busy hallways. Or shopping aisles. Or PARKING LOT LANES. It's an easy truce, and nobody gets hurt. As for hugging, he should have went for the Creepy Hug. Y'know, The one where you hug with one arm and then pat the back too hard with the other hand or make that perverted large counter-clockwise back-rub like you're wiping snow off your windshield while giggling under your breath. Lemme tell you, she will become so overcome with lust she'll tackle you onto the tracks and horizontally bang you while trains zip dangerously over your bodies. Her orgasmic honks will be heard over the train horns. Risky Business has shit on you now, son.
Just got back from Li'l Bandit's friend's house. He wants to spend the night there, but I told him I'd have to meet the parents first. THEY ARE LOADED. I was outside with the dad, and he was complaining that he had to sell his other house because the economy was so bad... Now he's only got THREE houses. In other news, I think my ex-wife might have herpes. It seems like she's always got some kind of large blemish on her upper lip. When I've asked her about it, she says that she had a pimple and picked at it too much, but that excuse is wearing kind of thin. I don't think I want her kissing Li'l Bandit with that mouth. I love the drums in this song (and everything else about the song too):
Good movie. Much more enjoyable than the book, although if you care to know more about the background of what goes on in the film (i.e. why the guy brings money to the widows, why the tailors have those bids on contracts and have to borrow money from the mafia...) it's worth reading.
So I google image searched "Idiot Board Drunk Thread" and this was the first result. True story. NSFW
Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler And if none of that was funny I offer this as both metaphor and penance: Spoiler