You know what? Soda sucks now. Coke tastes like chewing tobacco spit. Crush tastes barely like even a fake orange. I can't even find Slice anymore. 7UP, you're still cool. I gotta look into these small manufacturers making natural sugar sodas. This corn syrup conspiracy has ruined everything I used to love. Which might be a good thing because instead of posting here I'd be having my leg sawed off from diabetes. I've taken to flavoring seltzer water. Lemon, lime, touch of simple syrup. I find that I'm not necessarily craving sugar and soda, but the fizz. To sum up, find me Slice and I will rim the fuck out of you.
Buy Mexican coke. The US has fucked up tarrifs on cane sugar and subsidies for corn that make using corn syrup cheaper. In other countries (easiest to get from is Mexico) they still use cane sugar and it tastes so much better.
What are you some sort of mental defective that likes Pepsi? Ive switched to Coke Zero, Vanilla being the best.
Good to know it isn't just me. About a year or so back I noticed that I suddenly didn't like pop anymore. I can still drink Mountain Dew throwbacks, but anything else just doesn't taste right and Coke is by far the worst culprit- I don't know what they changed in the past year or two, but it was a shitty idea. I'm better off sucking down orange juice and locally-produced milk. I might try some of the imported Mexican pop varieties next time I'm at the store. They can't be worse than the US versions.
The creepy thing is that the woman who posted "come sweet jesus" is not yelling it to the guy who has been awkwardly thrusting over her for the past hour because he has whiskey dick. She is looking forward to the apocolypse. She is excited that the world will end and she will meet a Jesus who didn't wake her up at 6 am with a leaf blower. She believes that her soul will be better off if 7 billion lives end.
Note to self: margaritas after a 3 hour practical exam = a very cheap drunk. I had 1 1/2 margaritas and I'm buzzed. The practical was painfully slow as this woman was not very bright/needed a lot of cueing, but spending time with my mentor was worth it. Mentor-Lady has been in my life for the last 3 1/2 years, and I'm closer to her than to my own mother. I owe 95% of my professional skills and knowledge to her. Dublin Dr. Pepper is where it's at, y'all.
Can't stomach coke unless I have Rum in it. Sometimes I'll drink some Fanta but apart from that I don't do fizzy drinks that aren't alcoholic. Flavoured milk is where it's at.
Tell me this doesn't look tits: Milk Punch. New Orleans has the best cocktails. I like to combine these two. Version 1: 2 ounces bourbon whiskey 2 ounces milk 1/2 teaspoon dark rum 1/2-1 ounce simple syrup Version 2: 1.5 ounces bourbon whiskey 4 ounces milk 2 teaspoons simple syrup dash vanilla extract
Watching the superbowl at my cousin's tomorrow. I just want to watch it for the commercials, because they're the funniest ones all year. The best part is the game acts like a break so you can talk about which ones you like most.
We got someone to climb into an empty cadaver tank and start banging on the doors. We got a kid to come in with us after class and he almost shat himself when the clanging started. The clip reminded me of that.
Holy shit. I'm a fucked up bloody mess. I hopped on a buddy's snowmobile and took off. I promptly flipped it and starred at it like a fucking idiot. He righted the machine and told me to jump on. I hadn't quite gotten on when he took off. I went asshole over teakettle and then got run the fuck over. You know how shit happens in slow motion during traumatic times? Well, everything happened in slow motion...I hopped on the sled, he gunned it and I was suddenly an unwilling pawn sliding across the frozen tundra. The fucking sled ran over me while I did my best imitatiation of a big fucking lump being flailed by a snowmobile track. Now I'm sitting here bleeding from every appendage I have. And my friends are laughing themselves silly. I think I broke my head.
Since you emerged damp and steaming from the womb, has a day gone by in your life when you didn't have some sort "Hey, watch THIS!" moment that usually concludes with contusions or worse?
Upper right corner= heroin spoon. How long have you Chased The Dragon, my son? Black Tar or China White?
Every time he posts that banjo song from the chase scene in Raising Arizona plays, "WHEEEEEE OH WEE HEEEE" in my head. It is fucking awesome. I laugh every time. Do you racially profile your hairbrushes too? Caucasians get the bristle brush, black guys get a hair pick. What about Asians? Two long bamboo needles?