Softball is not a difficult sport to play while drinking. Actually, that's the best time to play it. Trust me.
There's nothing funnier than the first couple of weeks of softball/slow-pitch season for the beer leagues, when all the armchair athletes come out, have a few beers, and then try to sprint to first off of a flubbed hit, only to pull up lame with a pulled hamstring or some other fucked up injury. The only saving grace are really big boobs doing the run to first. Being the first base ump occasionally has a few perks.
Tits during sports don't bounce nice. They bounce like a large tube of jelly. Or something. Hard to explain, but I blame the sports bra.
Is it possible to work a trampoline onto first base? You know... for momentum. I'm just throwing out ideas, here. Also, remember to stretch before you're up to bat. That's the stuff.
The lady at the bar served me "pale ale" that was dark amber, and then totally fucked with my mind when she explained that "pale ale" has nothing to do with the colour. Who knew? Thankfully I'm better at drinking beer than learning about it. It was from here: <a class="postlink" href="http://gib.ca/beer/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://gib.ca/beer/</a>
Today rocks. Got out of class at 1pm, did some patio drankin' at one of the best bars in town with all my best friends who are back in Gville for the first time in forever, and now we're about to go eat steaks and drink bourbon while all of our girlfriends are doing whatever the hell it is they do to get ready. After that, it's back to a dive bar with all of our other friends to get rowdy as fuck. I've peed eight times today.
Airshow at my base the whole town is going to be there tomorrow. Problem is I get voluntold to do parking duty, fuck my boss.
I frequently "lost" at quarters because I'd volunteer to get picked to drink. One man's losing is another man's winning, i always say. When I'm drunk. or something.
Damn, I still remember stepping out of Cairo International Airport for the first time and getting hit in the face with a shotgun blast of hot sand. That whole trip should go in the Misplaced Nostalgia thread. I thought the whole point of drinking games was that they were win-win. Unless you play the games my friends used to play, which invariably involved getting to pick someone to drink. That someone was usually me. Those ended well. Women's softball is fucking hot. With the legs and the eyeblack and the ribbons in the hair... damn. Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler I would.
Holy fuck, I had no idea la vita e bella was such a dark, depressing film. Why didn't anyone tell me?
I laughed my ass off when Macauly Culkin died. Then came Wicker Man and I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I almost peed. NOT THE BEES! Concerning softball players. There is nothing hotter than a chick being active. Most of the gals I know, the closest thing they consider to a sport is not getting date raped after binge drinking on an empty stomach. Also, for the hell of it:
It's funny how your day/week can change with a single phone call. Just got a call from my ex-wife (the crazy one), who's current hubby has just been taken to jail for domestic abuse. Needless to say the marriage is over. She'll be moving into my spare room tomorrow. Luckily we had a really amicable divorce, so it's not weird or anything, at least to us. The upside is I now have someone to clean my house before my parents show up next week!
How are you drunkards doing? I've got to live vicariously through you people now. ND, one phone call can change it all. Happened to me last week and again this week. First week is a long story but to sum up turned into the most powerful spiritual experience of my life. 2nd week was a business owner, she's ready to sell to me for what I offered. Also, ND you better just walk around your house with your hog out for the next week.