Don't forget to include: -"Miss your face" -"LOVE that picture" -"Typical us, bunch of hot messes" -"Omg so presh" Also, I fucking can't stand chicks that change their names on Facebook so that their middle name is their last name. How am I supposed to find them when I'm looking for something to beat off too?
Keep your head up big guy, I'm sure it will all work out. In the meantime enjoy a nice bottle of Arbor Mist and a pack of cloves.
Enjoying a nice gentle rain storm here this morning. It's perfect because now I don't feel guilty about not being outside getting yard projects done. Rolled up a nice fatty and plan on lighting it when my but arrives to help me put up some garden fencing. Ahhhh the weekend.
My workout this morning was full of win. This much I know because my arms almost gave out while I was trying to shampoo my hair. Taking that into consideration - this morning was totally deserving of a shower-beer, but since it's a work day in the Great White North, I had to settle for shower-coconut-water instead. I hate all of you fuckers that have today off. Yes, hate is a strong word. And yes, I totally mean it.
Maybe I'm late to the party but as a bourbon drinker, my hierarchy goes... 1. Pappy Van WInkle's 2. Booker's 3. Blanton's 4. Basil Hayden's 5. Maker's 46 If you want a bottle of the nice stuff, go with Blanton's, and then get a handle of Maker's Mark for everyday consumption. Jim Beam is what it is (not good, not bad), Jack Daniel's is disgusting (ain't even bourbon), and Wild Turkey is meant for nights where you want to end up howling at the moon. If we're talking rot gut whiskey, it goes Ancient Age > Eagle Rare > Evan Williams > Old Crow. But seriously, go get yourself a bottle of Blanton's.
When I lived in NH, Maine was cracking down on folks bringing in ungodly amounts of booze from the NH liquor store at the border on 95. I think they had some law about how much could be transported into the state. It was fought, but I don't remember how it all turned out. The NH state liquor stores were awesome, as were beer prices in the grocery stores. 30 packs of Bud were $10 my last summer there. It was a rude awakening when I got to Texas and started paying $18 for a 12-pack, hence my acquisition of a kegerator for the patio. Speaking of Maine, I'm making lobster ravioli for dinner tonight. Need to go find a good cream sauce recipe. Any suggestions?
I don't know how many rum drinkers there are on this board but I've recently got back into Diablo rum. Likely the best rum I have ever drank in my life, pretty damn good on the rocks or neat. Has a brilliant maple and oak aftertaste that is rich in flavor and entirely too smooth. Its an interesting blend, some people say is quite similar to a really dark, rich scotch. I would post a picture of it but as it turns out, the stuff is the hipster of the liquor world and I cannot find either a website or picture of it.
There's a good sign. FINALLY, some good news. My next morning piss smells like burnt rubber. Deep tissue lesbian massage, how the fuck does it work? I swear to christ she isn't all gay. Like 70/30. That's enough. That'll do pig, that'll do.
Kansas used to have that bullshit, but they wizened up. Fortunately for us, during those dark dark days we had the heathen state of Missouri just a few short miles away so we could go get our fix.
People who have been living in Mass for over a year and remain unaware of this law every holiday make even less sense to me. New Hampshire is only an hour away, just sayin'
The local booze store was open at 9 am today and it was pretty empty when I visited there a bit ago. They had handles of some Irish cream on sale for $10 so I stocked up some for myself and gifts (if you like the stuff, what's better than getting a massive bottle of it?). Time to fire up the grill and crack a few beers open. I couldn't find a kiddie pool for today so I just made a massive cooler out of some cardboard boxes, foam sheets, plastic sheets, and duct tape. Thank you to all veterans past and present and those in the service for your sacrifices and effort. I will enjoy the hell out of today in remembrance.
The key to this is preparation. if you always have several bottles on hand, you simply don't have this problem. I'm actually working today, but thinking a drink sounds pretty good right now.
These liquor laws are barbaric. Wisconsin has some of the greatest liquor laws ever. All beer/ liquor 7 days a week, til midnight with beer, only til 9pm with liquor and wine. We even had drive-thru windows on some liquor stores. The liquor store I worked at in college used these more as guidelines, rather than actual laws. Many exceptions were made for the owners friends/ my friends. It wasn't uncommon for the store to be opened up after-hours to supply an after bar party. Now living on a military post I don't have to deal with any of the NC state laws either. Everything sold 7 days a week til 2am. And at least several dollars cheaper than at a gas station or liquor stores. I don't know how you people do it.
That's what I do, since I'm not a moron. I refuse to hang out with people that can't think ahead on holidays. My first year in Mass I was too broke to have a real stock of alcohol and pretty much was only covered for two weekends worth of heavy drinking for one person. I had a BBQ at my place and over half the people showed up empty handed and blew through my supply when they got there, I didn't even get drunk. Never again. If anything the one benefit to no booze on Sundays in CT makes even the most casual drinkers aware that they can't get anything on a holiday.
So I have a tendency to ask random questions to drunk ass donks when I go on vacation. This year: name five American Wars. Me: Name me five American wars and WW V doesn't count...GO! Donk: Stares Me: Wars, dude. Donk: Oh, Rocky I, Rocky II, Me: You mean Rocky? Donk: stares Me: Rocky I was definitely called Rocky, not Rocky I. Donk: Thanks dude. Publicly Embraced I teared from laughter. On a not so happy note, some kid fell off the 3rd floor balcony of our hotel and broke his fall with his face. It was a bad scene. I had actually just gotten up from a mid-day stupor and my girl-friends started shouting hysterically. We heard him hit concrete. Hit 911 up real quick, and the lady had the nerve to say "can I ask you some questions [after I provided them with the address] before we dispatch rescue." "No you may not, send a fucking ambulance." All indications were that his condition was no worse than serious, so that's good. Not so good for the hotel. 100% chance their getting sued. The night we had gotten there, I self-described the railing structure of that place as a "death-trap." Kinda feel bad about that now.
Just thought I'd bring some spirit into this thread: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/3573971/drunkest_guy_ever_goes_for_more_beer_video/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.metacafe.com/watch/3573971/d ... eer_video/</a>