I would like to go on record as saying that, weirdly, it is actually not that bad. I mean seriously, try it. I will be incorporating it into my repertoire. The two go together shockingly well. (I have pictures to prove the shot, but it all looks clear so fuck it.) On a related note: next challenger!! (And chocolate syrup, cum, etc. don't count as "common mixers.") ** edit ** I don't have milk.
How is your semen as gay as shit? Consuming the semen of other men would be gay; consuming the shit of other men would be gay (among other things), but consuming your own semen is kosher. You, sir, are a flake.
Who hasn't had the ol pointing straight north fap with a big shot that lands in the face area? Goodness knows when I was 12-14 I had no idea where I was aiming and was shooting them off like Peter North.
Out of morbid curiosity, I ACCEPT this challenge. Sans milk, because I don't have it. Will be drank on the rocks. Reviews, and if I can get them, pictures to follow.
That's what I'm talking about. None of you pussies got shit on this boy. also, I'm watching the Pantera home videos and having one of the deeper conversations of my life at the same time. So confused. Let's play. I've got whiskey, gin, every mixer and every liqueur (like triple sec, banana, coconut, raspberry etc) and beer. GIVE ME A GOOD ONE. We need a roulette table or a dart board to mix this shit up.
So you're watching pantera videos, talking on this idiot forum, having one of the deeper conversations of your life and trying to give yourself a hangover all at the same time? How does this deep conversation fit in? What's it about? And how deep can it really be if it's between all the others?
I find it sad you cannot compartmentalize. Don't try to marginalize things. They are as they are. Besides it takes a few to reply to PMs efficiently. Don't hate.
I was under the impression that "conversation" meant talking to someone in person. I mean I'm not hating about having deep conversatiosn online. I've had more than I care to admit to. If you played your cards right you could have made yourself seem like a master of time management.
I must say, that is absolutely horrendous. I poured myself a rather stiff drink, proportions being 3 parts whiskey, 2 parts gin, 1 part rum, 1 part peppermint. The nose has a strong whiff of whiskey, with a hint of gin, regret, and minty-ness. The body is strong with a slight holiday cheer. It tastes like manliness, saw blades, woodsmen, and North Pole elves. The finish is fairly holiday-y. It finishes clean, crisp, with the flowery finality of gin combined with the lasting oooooohhhhh-shit of peppermint schnapps. As soon as my email loads I will upload a picture so you know I'm not talking (posting?) out of my ass. In the meantime, I'll continue sipping on my dare from above. CJ, what do you name it?
That sounds like Deadly Poison if I ever heard of it. I'm getting way too drunk to be alone tonight. this is kind of sad.
I am now convinced that all terrible drinks/mixes can be negated or otherwise appreciated, after you drink them aggressively for a brief period of time. Case in point: solid whiskey, better gin, reasonable dark rum and generic peppermint schnapps. Tasted terrible at the beginning, so I drank it aggressively until it tasted good. Now it tastes good. In fact, I may almost make it again when I'm sober. Almost.
I just got back from watching a roller derby. Yeah they still have those. Big Amazon like chicks dressed in fishnet and hot pants on roller skates beating the crap out of each other. I was moved.
Hell is living at home. I'm drinking my parents blue moon since they're out of town. Jesus, at least they buy good beer. I'm 20, currently reside in suburbia, do not have a fake, and 90% of my friends are busy with out of state internships. Entertain me while I intoxicate, heathens!!!!
For some reason my bedroom has been infested by ants. I haven't seen a god damned one in the kitchen but they're all over my bedroom. I've been trying to kill them all evening but more just keep showing up. I just sprayed the perimeter of the room with some kind of poison that should hopefully eliminate the fuckers which means I can't go back in there until it dissipates. This wouldn't be a big deal except for the fact that it's the only room with air conditioning. Fuck it's hot out here in the living room. I'm about to go for a drive just to soak up some a/c.
Aren't you pregnant? Why don't you go clean out a kitty litter box while having a cigarette and some vodka.