I'm trying to determine if my diploma was just computer-printed or if they had a calligrapher do it. I mean, fuck, this piece of paper cost over $40,000, you'd think they could get a real human being to print it and have the president and dean and so forth actually sign it.
They left the dairy store on the property open tonight (owner often forgets to shut it down), I caved and got some ice cream. I wish I could blame it on being drunk, but I've only had a glass of wine. In my defense this is only the second quart of ice cream I've bought since living here.
Does that mean you drink them slower than 12 ounce cans or are they bigger than 16 ounces in your neck of the woods?
I think Blue Dog is getting carried away with these happy drunk threads. How long does the honeymoon phase of baby-rearing last? In unrelated news, I have won the following "most likely..." awards: -most likely to write a bestseller -most likely to go to outer space -meanest How about that.
Instead of going out to enjoy the hot weather at the pool, I have now spent the past 2 hours trying to fucking figure out the very simple process of getting my music from my ipod to my computer so I can add more stuff too it. In totally unrelated news I am ready to toss my computer out the window and go back to the boom box/8 track/record player days.
I was at a party last night. A drunk driver took out a mailbox, speed limit sign, and hit a car before driving three blocks on the sidewalk. He escaped. We called the police and after they took their report and left, I noticed a speed limit sign just sitting on the ground. I didn't want it to get all dirty and cold so I adopted it. I am very pleased with myself today.
I just realized that my Organic Chem professor actually posted practice problems for every single chapter. I love this guy!
Fuck OLD dumbass drivers. Seriously they should not be behind the wheel. I was just reversed into by some guy that was easily in his 80's, possibly 90's. Sitting at a red light. And he drops it in reverse and slams me. What the fuck? Thank god there was a couple that witnessed it and gave me their card.
Anyone else get incredibly horny on hangover days? Or am I the weird one... again. And again. Let's get some good morning boobies going. NSFW FUCK YOU, IT'S A LLAMA IN A HAT THIS TIME! DRINK UP, BITCHES! Alpaca ain't got shit, son! I seriously can't keep up the pace I'm doing. Either my liver is going to use my pancreas to battering ram it's way out of my abdomen or ... well there is no "or." I just need to anesthetize myself with prescription drugs like normal people.
I posit that pizza left over from the night before is the greatest breakfast. NSFW NSFW [rnsfw]This is a good one: NSFW [/rnsfw]
A few more hours, and I'll be balls deep into the booze. Us family men look forwards to nights like this. IT'LL HAPPEN TO YOU TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Spoiler
I used to be like this, I had one boyfriend (well FB is more accurate I suppose) who I would spend some of my fondest weekends with. We used to abuse our bodies in so many ways. I also found that my inhibitions were down on hangover sexing days and there was little I wouldn't try. On another note, made it to the pool finally for a nice quiet afternoon (slighty hungover but not horny unfortunately) and there is a fucking DJ blasting Justin Bieber and races with inflatable animals in the lap lanes. What.... The.... Fuck....
Hanging at the fitness club pool also is starting to remind me that I really need to step up the old workouts
There's no way to explain what kind of pain I'm in. Stupid hangover. I'm never drinking again until next weekend.
I'm pounding nails into the floor in my basement. I get to use little .22 cartridges and 3" nails. It's fun. It will be more fun when I open my new bottle of Jerry. After that's done, I'm drilling holes for the electrical in all the walls. Then my wife will be home from her shift at the hospital, and there will be a different kind of drilling and nailing goin' on.
Went to the dog pound intent on getting a dog we had reserved yesterday (looked like a shepherd/rotty mix); turns out, she got along with neither of my other two dogs. Or my wife. Coincidentally, in the run next to us was a 6-month-old sweetheart that was recently picked up off the streets. She's now watching tv with my wife. She has the boxy head and facial markings of a german shepherd, the coat, color, and personality of a yellow lab, and the build of a very muscular greyhound.