Not that they ever would, but I would do anything to watch a Daniel Craig/Rachel Weisz sex tape. I bet it would be so smolderingly (it's a word now) sexy, but in a really sensual, sophisticated, classy way. I just want to know what it's like when they bone, is what I'm saying. And, okay, I always knew that Daniel Craig was attractive, but is it weird that the moment where I realized "Good GOD that man is sexy" was, like, a quarter of the way through The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo? That movie kind of made me never want to have sex again, but I was freaking turned on every time he was on the screen. Which was pretty awkward when he was being tortured.
My stomach was churning during the rape scene but for the half second Rooney Mara jutted her ass up at the perfect angle. I just thought, wow, that's a nice ass. What? It is.
This is too cool. My niece just walked in the door with a new X-Box 360 her uncle bought her. She's to busy dancing around the room and hugging it to let us hook it up.
Bye drunk thread. Unfortunately I've been too drunk to post most days. When I did it was bad. I think I need a few days off. But I celebrated 30 lbs lost (my best guy friend said he had no idea I could stand to lose that much...love). I'll lose more for fun. Fuck you guy that hurt my heart. Hi new guy. You're fun. Hi guy I used to have fun with. This is how you deal with a hurt heart. And guy that thought he was a hero St. Paddy's, DO NOT FUCK WITH A CRANKY REDHEAD. I will never lose. So there it is.
Either I ate something bad yesterday or my hangover took a day to kick in. I feel like a goat's ass and my stomach sounds like a cauldron bubbling away. I will pay good money to the first person who brings me pepto and soup. Edit: Hey Crown - they got 8 of those kids from Fanshawe. They've been suspended and may be expelled.
Viva San Giuseppe! Happy St. Joseph's Day, everyone!! Pasta Fagioli for dinner and Zeppoli for dessert! Adult beverages will be served as well. I can't wait!! This beautiful spring weather makes it even more enjoyable.
St. Paddys in Ireland. Damn it was good. And truly? The Guinness is better. Its got a creamier more fresh, iron like taste. Shit was good. Best picture that I took was this Gypsy kid:
I keep hearing this enough that I will make it a point to taste "real" Guinness if I am ever in Europe. I bought a four-pack of Guinness draught cans on Saturday because it was on sale ("What the hell, why not?") and once again it was lifeless and bland. Wasted money.
If you want true Guiness, you have to get it in Ireland. Even in England, it's made somewhere else, and it's crap. I am not by any stretch of the imagination a beer snob, but it is absolutely true that Guiness poured anywhere else but in Ireland isn't nearly the same beer. And my God, is it delicious.
Well despite my fears on Saturday of not having enough sleep I managed to go out on a picture perfect day and drink until I couldn't remember anymore. I am scared to look at my bank statement. Luckily the bar I was at swipes your card and gives it right back so when you leave in a blacked out state and forget they can close it out and add in a 10-20 percent tip without leaving your card. Fucking Bearcats make it back to the sweet sixteen. When we went undefeated in our regular season in football I didn't think our heads could have gotten any bigger. If we beat OSU people will need fucking wheelbarrows to get around. Good lord a Cincy/Xavier rematch would explode the world. Also, Irish Guinness. An Irish bar in Shanghai imported the actual kegged in Ireland guinness and charged quite a bit more for it. It was not as orgasm inducing as people lead you to believe. I like the beer but it's not a life altering experience.
Seconded. I'm not going to drink again until the Chicago meet-up on the 31st. I had too much, in too short of a time. I was in bed by 4pm after vommiting in a public trashcan in broad daylight. Didn't wake up until 8am after vomitting a few more times. The most upsetting part about all of this isn't the inability and bitch-ass-ness of not being able to keep my liquor down. The actual tragedy is the Five Guys burger I purchased and did not retain due to the drinking. For that I have failed myself, my friends and my family.
I was on Flemming that night. It's funny how so many of the assholes who are going on about what idiots those people are were the same people who were fucking loving it that night.
Bullshit. The wife and I started our honeymoon in Ireland, and we bounced through a lot of the UK. Every pint of Guinness tasted identical to the next, save for a couple of shitty pours in Amsterdam. Everyone's experience is different.
"Don't blame the generation that riots, blame the generation that raised them." That's a quote from today's paper from a Fanshawe student, saying that it was parents that taught these kids to destroy property and chase families out of the rightful homes. That's right, shit-for-brains. YOU are the fucking problem and not your parents. You are grown-ass people who should know better, not a bunch of drooling, knuckle-dragging toddlers. YOU are a bunch of spoiled-rotten brats who do not give a FUCK about anybody but themselves, and then you turn around and blame somebody else because accountability is for squares. I'm not saying police should actually KILL these rioters, I'm saying just maybe a couple of them. Hang them from the school sign --with their balls in their mouth and a tear gas canister up their ass-- and MAYBE then they'll clue in and think "Hey, maybe since WE start this shit, it might somehow be OUR fault! Now, send me more money mom and dad!" Punk-ass, degenerate fucktards. THAT is what they are. The police had a fully-armed tank with a water cannon but apparently they didn't want to scuff it up, so they'll settle for 11 police cruisers getting trashed instead. The beautiful thing is, I'm going to this very school in two hours for a night class. Should be interesting.