Sounds like a butch lesbian club. Bunch of women standing around wearing flannel, throwing axes into logs. Count me out.
I love his love letters, they always come at odd times but make me smile for days. The Letter is becoming a lost art, thank you notes are no longer personal, and spelling is optional. I hate it.
Wrong. This is Toronto. You should know better. It's a bunch of hipsters in Parkdale, drinking PBR and discussing the complexities of their axe throwing games. Duh.
Yeah! Hookers is back and alive and well and all is normal in the WDT. I missed the picture though (insert frownie smilie here is such things were allowed). I am headed out to brunch. Pretty much the only time I partake in day drinking these days is when brunch is involved.
It was a very Canadian picture of my husband drinking. It wasn't as graphic as some of you fuckers seem to think it was.
I saw this work of art on my run and had to stop and take a picture: Spoiler Spoiler So many questions....
Holy lord. I woke up still drunk this morning, in my tux, sitting up on a couch. What the fuck. This is what happens when you go out on a boat to salsa dance after a wedding reception and drinking since noon. Also, I found an unattended bar on the boat. I poured my own all night, I vaguely remember them finding me at the very end and not being too pleased.
Chili. Booze. Football. Cool, rainy day (which I love). I fucking love this time of year. I am getting drunk enough that screaming at the little men in the TV for not scoring enough points for me in fantasy football won't make me feel stupid. And, in keeping with the 'cute' theme: Spoiler
I put this in the old movie review thread, but I thought it was too good not to share here. Ok, so I ran across this movie last night scanning through Encore channels and HOLY SHIT! I found this to be a cross between Ren and Stimpy and Fritz the Cat. So much awesome, I give you... The Haunted World of El Superbeasto. Do yourself a favor and see this movie. When I watched it last night, it was one of the few times in my life I wished I smoked weed. I can only imagine watching this high would only make it better. And here is a link to the site... http://www.elsuperbeasto.com/ESB_main.php
You know what the world needs? Delivery breakfast places. I wish I could pay someone excessive amounts of money to bring me French toast and bacon. Edit: Oh man, there are places that will deliver me French toast and bacon. Life is good.
Except that it takes, literally, twenty minutes to make French toast and bacon. Thus, it's better, cheaper and there is more of it.
I was about to say, dude, you live in Manhattan. You get get French toast, bacon, orange juice AND vodka delivered if you so chose. Holy shit that Drew Brees throw was beautiful.
One of the first things I learned in wrestling was "Go until the referee blows his whistle." If it was legal, it was legal. Spoiler Ortiz's own fault for not observing that. I attribute my first tech fall in my wrestling time to my opponent looking at the ref to blow the whistle. Ortiz got the shit knocked out of him, regardless.
I know. For some reason the idea of ordering breakfast (as opposed to lunch, or dinner) had never occurred to me. I also have no groceries in my apartment right now. And seriously. That pass was so pretty that I want to take it out to a fancy dinner and whisper sweet nothings into its ear.