To make it tingle or make it not tingle? I can tell when the alcohol hits me... right in the vag. It's orgasmic and nice. Don't be jealous that your taint doesn't tingle.
Um, it's the Thanksgiving drunk thread... Thanksgiving's all about tradition and shit. I'm making pie now... is that a better image?
And THIS is why it's great when you hear a Southern woman say, "I'm drunk!" FOCUS: Since the country club I work at is serving Thanksgiving brunch, I'll be busy schlepping drinks and clearing plates for those that are waaaaay above me on the socioeconomic ladder. Allegedly, this is a great money day, but I'll believe that when me shit turns purple, and smells like rainbow sherbert. However, as soon as I'm out of there, I'm off to the in-law's house and will probably get very, very fitshaced. Lots of beer and turkey=early bedtime. At least I'm off this weekend, even if I'm off to Indiana to visit some of my wife's family. Hopefully, I can get good and drunk there.
My Dear Americans, I have just learned that somewhere between twenty and thirty percent of you make a casserole concocted of canned green beans, Campbell's mushroom soup, and french fried onions for thanksgiving. I have never, ever heard of anything even close to this. I have one question for you. Why? Sincerely, Ghettoastronaut, GCMB, KCB
Because it's fucking delicious, that's why. The gf and I just watched Funny People for the first time. There should be a lot more funny in the movie, and a lot less people in the movie. It's worth a watch, but I expected more dick and fart jokes.
Fuck, if I got off everytime I drank the walls would be a lot... whiter. Than normal. I would need at least three times as much Gatorade to re-hydrate myself after a heavy night.
Goddamn no you're wrong. It's fucking gross. Green beans are supposed to be cooked with fat back til they fall apart. Some idiot had to come up with that green bean casserole shit.
FUCK YES, mother bitches. As a married man with a one-year-old, the amount of times I get to have drinks this year you could count on the hand of a bad wood shop teacher. This Saturday gets to be one of those bloody, spurting fingers severed in the band saw. This is what I'll be attacking. Brought it back from our neighbours to the south. It survived the car crash that night, so it's a sign: It's time to put on the bad drinker's face, go downtown and yell at people wearing striped shirts. As my friend always says "It's not easy being the most hated men in London Ontario, but we try." Of course, I'll probably also have to sit through two excrutiating hours of listening to my 32-year-old friends shit-talk each other over fucking video games. I like video games, don't get me wrong. But playing half-rink "Hog" hockey and winning a match does not make you the kling-klang-King of the ring-rang-Room.
So I just did my pre turkey day preparations and the women folk are all discussing the upcoming nuptuals, and the only other male than me who isn't retarded, literally, is out in his mobile dialysis clinic for the night. Time to drink alone with 2 dogs.
I am two beers into the night. Sadly, one of them ended up, almost in its entirety, on my floor. $15 for what is now a five back of Dead Guy Ale. Godspeed, fallen homey.
yeah, sad to say I'm sitting in the library finishing (starting) a paper on Chinua Achebe. I plan to approach this like I approach jacking off in the bathroom, fast and full of fury. Goal: Bar by 9:00 pm. That gives me exactly one and one half hours.
That would be $20.87 CDN, so don't be getting too uppity, you green bean casserole eating weirdos. BTW, Happy Thanksgiving my TiB friends to the south!
Probably wasn't the best night to spend drinking rum and cokes for three hours, seeing as I agreed to play in my brother's annual Thanksgiving "we're old and suck at football but let's play anyway" Game. It should be especially fun since the weather forecast for tomorrow morning is 35 and rain/snow. I have a feeling that I am going to be extremely sore, but on the bright side, it gives me an excuse to lay on the couch and watch football without interacting too much with the in-laws. Seriously, I loves me some Thanksgiving, but if I REALLY wanted to go through the day this year avoiding the in-laws. Fucking In-Laws.