It's Friday. It's Random. It's Drunk- 8/27/10

I'm in Egypt, so this is currently the Weekend Sober Thread for me.

Am I allowed to sadface now? I think this is one of the few acceptable times.

 

We had to do some rigorous product testing at work today with gloves just like these.



Tallboys do, in fact, fit. God damn I love my job.

 

At the new apartment chilling and waiting for friends to get back to me about tonight's plans. Currently drinking Miller Lite, but might switch to Maker's Mark soon.

Finished up 30 Rock Season 3 on Netflix, and just switched on 2012. 5 minutes in, and the Earth's core is already boiling. I think this might be a fun drunk movie.

 

On a break from work, about to head back to finish up my kitchen duties for the night. The freaks and skeezers should be pouring in shortly...$1 drafts might be in my future. Motha effin cheers!

 

The ultimate beer + chicks pictures.

 

The blonde in kuhjager's picture is so goddamn hot it's giving me an internet boner 8=====================D (actual sizes)

Last weekend at home, next weekend at college and apartment again! Also I am tired as fuck at work and I don't have any cash to get some caffeine, fuck me.

 

Don't forget to keep your beer on the bottom shelf:

Spoiler

Annnd it's off to the bar for this cowboy!

 

I'm being paid to stay sober tonight. Babysitting my little brother and DD-ing the party my parents are at. It's been 6 hours and my brother hasn't left the basement or his video games. I feel like I should be concerned, but he's 10, so I don't think it's a big deal.

I start back to college on Monday (first day as a grad student) ending my "year off." Do grad students party as hard as normal college kids? I'm excited by the idea, but I was a hot mess for those 4 years. I don't know if I want another 4 year handover.

 

You're right. Most 10 year olds are snorting Xanax and nailing Thai hookers*. Set him on the right path.

I just upped the ante for Shower Beers. Between soaping my chiseled Greek features I drank Cigar City Winter Warmer Ale that's been aging since... winter. Fucking astounding.

Time for 3 for 1 beers and throwing my pants at cars.

NSFW

Ultimate beer cozy!

*Well he LOOKED like a chick. DON'T JUDGE ME.

 

I wanna be a cop one day, so listening to Rochester PD dispatch and drinking beers is so much fucking fun.

 

Ok TiB, I need your help. So we had a little department bbq today and a girl I had been feeling since orientation has invited me out. However, I had to go home real quick to charge my phone. She gave me her number by means of a text that I would receive once I got home. We chatted a bit and I told her I'd let my phone charge up a bit and then give her a call to see where she is to meet up. And now.......I'm afraid. Fuck. I can't find the balls to ask her where she is to meet up. I can't fucking explain it. You assholes need to berate me until I feel man enough to do this. It seems so simple but for some reason I just can't. Help.

 

What would your excuse be the next time you see her? Your phone just wouldn't have charged enough, so you stayed home all night and let it rest? Grow a pair and get out there. . .


Back to work tomorrow after a week and a half off, can't say I'm excited to work weekend nights at the airport, alone. Going back to school for engineering, classes start Monday. Drinking as much Magic Hat as I can to forget about the future crash of my social life.

 

Of course I came up with an excuse. I was thinking of a text tomorrow morning saying "hey sorry I didn't get back to you last night, I totally passed out waiting for my phone to charge."

I know I know....Fuck I hate when this happens.

 

Think about it man, she GAVE you her number. Why would she if she didn't wanna go out?

 

Alright, I don't know maybe it was just the act of posting on here but I managed to muster enough balls to send a text. And......I'm heading out. Wish me luck, pricks.

 

This weekend I'mma gonna be on a boat.

And seeing some friends who have claimed that they lived in Oakland, in that "we are cultured and gentrificationers".

It turns out that they live across the street from Berkeley, so they don't really live in Oakland, but in the white normal place.

 

You're still online 10 minutes later...are you sure you're up for this?

Rhetorical question.

 

For your return home: You have a vagina. A big blubbering cavernous vagina.

 

Hey, are the people in Berkeley as batshit insane as people say they are? ie: project pink or whatever they're called and the rest of the crazy hippies.

 

My favorite Berkley exchange was the time I saw two homeless guys pass each other, one carrying a bag. The other asked "Hey man, what's in the bag?" and he replies, "none of your fucking beeswax." The first homeless guy stops, with the most legitimately baffled look on his face and mutters half to himself, "I don't have any beeswax..."