Same goes for legal drugs. I've always thought of situations like that, being impaired when a child has some sort of medical emergency. My imagination always wonders to being president. What if you got rip roaring drunk and some international incident popped off? Chemically altered decision making affecting millions and what not.
Jesus, with an attitude like that, how can you even sleep at night, knowing that something bad might happen? I hope the neighbours don't knock on your door tonight to ask to use your phone to call 911 because a phone line cutting serial murderer has broken into their house. Oh no, but you'll be asleep and won't hear the knocking!
Pssh with the price of home security camera/systems these days? My neighbors can fend for themselves.
You can't be too careful. I personally have the St. Louis County PD moonlighting as security for me. Anybody who approaches is tear-gassed and zip-tied faster than you can say "I feared for my life." I have a flaming moat filled with fireproof sharks, motion-sensor cannons the fire the spermload of Satan himself and three nannies in case my daughter happens to come down with the T-Virus while she's asleep.
My GOD these dreamy eyes. He just wants to treat you the way that you deserve, TiBettes. You can't tell, but he's also sitting on a horse.
So who feels like blowing their fucking brains out? Dude makes $500,000 a year tweeting random factoids. That's it. That's his job. Some sponsored links, some quizzes, and tweets about Pluto. Half a million dollars. https://twitter.com/UberFacts The future frightens and confuses me. I am just a simple caveman. Why won't he shave it? I'm actually getting agitated looking at that natty mess. My friend does this. He has a huge Jew-fro and this pubey beard with a wispy mustache. He looks like a filthy dandelion, or a giant dust bunny.
I survived Bachelorette Weekend. Fun part about Friday night out: guys were buying us shots and giving me unsolicited advice regarding marriage and mothers in law. It was kind of cute that they felt the need to dispense pearls of wisdom with their FireBombs. I'm proud of myself....I don't remember the ride home or anything after that. Apparently Drunk Me washed my face, brushed my teeth, took off my ring and put it in my jewelry bag in my suitcase. I then face planted onto the floor while everyone stayed up another hour going through 2 bags of chips and someone put me into bed. I am sad I missed out on drunk munchies, though.
You fared better than me. I was throwing up this morning. The best part was I didn't have anything in my stomach to throw up. Pretty sure my head fell off at least once too. It's cool though because anything I don't remember I've got facebook to remind me of today. Best thing I ever did was change my setting to approving pictures I'm tagged in first before they can be posted to my timeline. And to think I did that because of Throwback Thursdays. Helped me out today. I have my girls' weekend in about three weeks and as of right now I have the attitude of "I'm never drinking again!" Stupid vodka. Congratulations by the way.
This guy was definitely on the train last night practicing his ladies skillz with me and my roommates. It was so painfully awkward but since he was so fucking nervous and it seemed like such a big deal for him I was being a good Samaritan and helping (unlike with guys who choose to lead with "I want to know what your pussy smells like"). One thing he wanted to know is if the outfit he was wearing was good for a first date with a girl he really likes, and it took all of my strength to convincingly tell him he looked great. I could just see the text of "How to Talk to Girls" sites scrolling through his head as he was talking. We could see him practicing his lines in the reflection of the window before each time he started talking with us again. Poor guy. If he actually has a date today (which, come on) I hope it goes well. We probably have a stalker now.
I had two fucking whiskey drinks last night. Hours apart on a lazy stay at home Saturday night. I don't even think I caught a buzz. Im still hung over. I feel old.
Went camping for the past couple of days with some guys from work. Even though it pissed down rain on Friday, it was a great trip. Ended up going to a campground that had a couple of other groups at it (even though it's well past the normal camping season and it was a high-altitude site with a rough-as-hell logging road to get there). They were impressed as hell that we brought our office's fooseball table with us. We set it up under a pop-up with a bunch of LED lights powered by the blender port in my Jeep, and a great drunken time was had by all. The only shitty part is that I fried a caliper on my front brakes on the way back, so tomorrow after work will consist of me doing calipers, pads, and rotors on my Jeep. Now just getting buzzed in front of the fireplace. I love this time of year.
I have a land rover and I've fixed more things on it than I can count. First, the passenger power window broke. Then, the timing belt and ac compressor had to be replaced. Then I had three leaks in the cooling system. Fixed those. Then I had to replace the valve cover gaskets to prevent oil leaks. Then another hose busted and needs to be replaced along with my thermostat. This is of course including the standard maintenance of oil, tires, and other fluids. I've had the car less than a year and with 114k miles I expected some maintenance, but this is ridiculous. If I move back up north I'm selling the piece of shit and getting something German or Japanese. The British make cars to be fun, but their engineering has no utility whatsoever. I'm racist when it comes to cars. I looked up my car, and apparently of all the car models in the world it is number 4 in maintenance costs. Of course, I completely lacked the foresight to check that before I bought it.
One of the reasons Rovers are very well priced in the secondary market, I'd never own one but if I had to it would be a new one under factory warranty.
Someone posted an info graphic of car companies by number of maintenances per car. Mini was dead fucking last. My mom had one and it was by far the most problem plagued car Ive ever seen. She'd have the car in the dealer for something every 3-4 months and no way was she getting out for under 1500. She finally gave up and sold it and bought a new Civic. They've sold middle aged women and gays a lifestyle, not a decent car. Ive had my Celica for over ten years. Ive replaced the clutch once, because I was a dumbshit 17 year old driver, the muffler once, and one alternator because I forgot to screw on the oil cap tight and it soaked the alternator ruining it. Outside of changing the oil every six months my biggest cost has just been getting new tires every few years. I have 200k on it and it'll run 300 easy if I take better care of it.