I'm going to go out on a limb here and venture a guess that Parker is a wee bit excited about the Chicago meet up.
Jesus, what an annoying experience if you don't knock them out first and duct tape their head in position. Little less talky, little more sucky.
I'm too sober to participate in these drunk threads lately....time to man up. I might be the only one rooting against Ohio State tonight in the Final Four, should make things interesting.
You kidding, I am a Jayhawk Basketball season ticketholder. You and me against the REST OF THEM, killakam. And yeah, during my drinking hiatus, I found that I wasn't around here nearly as much as before either.
Put me on the Jayhawk bandwagon as well. Just so I can rub it in K-State fan's faces. If I see any more fucking purple I am going to shoot myself. It's like I'm in some Barney bizzaroland.
I like your style. Thing is I might be the only person in the state of Ohio tonight backing up the Jayhawks. I'm just disgusted by OSU's shennanigans over the course of the years. Kentucky/Louisville should be good things...let's get after it.
No, she lives in the city. I'm in SC. We were drunk skyping and started talking about if it was doable. She was considering amtracking her way here but I thought a 30 hours of travel time for a day of hanging out would be crazy. I, however, did not think $480 for a weekend was crazy. Still not sure if it is. I bought the ticket. She said she'd pay for half, so now I'm struggling with whether or not I should take the money. Fuck.
They're legalizing regulated brothels in Ontario, it was just passed this week. And they're building casinos. I have a feeling that Niagara Falls is going to be an insane place in ten years.
So i know we're many pages in, but BlueDog's opening posts always make me jealous of his life. Also, sometimes my friends are really amusing. My extremely jewey friend made a Tumblr guide for the rest of us: http://how2jew.tumblr.com/.
I'm confused. I went out last night for dinner and a couple of drinks. I had two beers and drove home. It was just a fun, chill night. Today, my middle finger MCP jt. hurts and I can't find the bra or shirt I wore last night. WTF? It's like I drunkenly punched something and went home with a stranger, 'cept I didn't. I feel cheated.
Bachelor's night as the missus is having a Girl's Night Out with The Hunger Games and sushi. Unfortunately, I have to work on a presentation for the job I just quit. At least I have one more night with delicious beer to make it a bit easier.
This will be me tonight, swooping in and abducting drunk women, carrying them off to my lovenest. Unless some douchebag tries to come in and steal my fish.