I've had friends that can slam copious amounts of alcohol in one gulp. It's cool as a party trick, but that's got to be so bad for your throat and stomach. I have never seen someone even approach what that guy just did. I have to think he put something else in the bottle, and just put on the expressions for show. If that is real, holy fucking shit. The guy is like a human garbage disposal. Slowly killing yourself for the views - it's goes up and up until you die.
I'm buzzed on boxed wine again. I'm making the husband go out for his birthday tomorrow. Should we see Passengers or Rogue One? Also, is it rude for me to get drunk on margaritas at the restaurant and to make him drive? Back in the day, before kids, when we would go out with friends I was the asshole that would always get drunk first so no one would suggest that I should drive. Now I realize that made me an asshole but I'm fairly certain I was a smart asshole so I'm pretty okay with that.
We live in BFE, there is no Uber here. It's 30 minutes to the closest movie theater that is two towns over.
I just snapped my friend/hair stylist a selfie with the caption "maybe, you're gonna be the one to save me" and she replied with "I'm your wonderwall" Clearly we were meant to be.
Trying to guess a drink in a friend's online pole. It's amber with ice. My "Crown Royal with ginger ale" is apparently super close, but not "attentive to detail." It's not Canada Dry ginger ale, or ginger beer, or CR Black label. Any ideas? I'm disappointed in myself...I used to manage a pub.
Oh my. So I swear I didn't know this when I wrote that post, but his actual tagline is 'the shoenice the human garbage disposal'. You can clearly tell from watching any one video that the guy is off his rocker, but apparently destroying his body for the amusement of his viewers is ALL he does. It's like Jackass on steroids. Sorry, back to your regular scheduled programming. I just find the existence of such a beast incredible.
Some people just haven't, or don't, come to grips with their own mortality until it's too late. There's the "Age of Immortality" that generally lasts from the ages of 13-35 where you think you'll live forever, party hard, abuse your body, always fuck like a wildcat and sleep four hours a night. But eventually-- for everyone but Tom Cruise and Christie Brinkley-- "forever" catches up. Parkour might be fun to get into and it looks awesome, but stick with it too long and you get to look forward to ACL surgeries amongst other possible chronic pain. It's a short reward for a long price to pay. This fuckcake is the videos above is GOING to die. Unless he's faking that shit (there ARE lots of hoaxers out there) he's probably doomed his lifespan by two decades and turned his liver into a burnt-out firetrail.
I just ate the last of the red velvet Oreo cookies and The Husband is so mad at me he won't speak. I OFFERED HIM A COOKIE. He declined.
Don't waste crown with a mixer. Let the flavors speak for itself. My guess is it's crown straight or crown with water. The ice has melted a little, diluting the color of the CR to make it more amber than dark brown.
This is surprises me, well...it doesn't surprise me. I roofed years ago and I met the worst people ever in my life during that time. It's the only job I know where you can be a convicted killer and they will still throw you on a crew. This I personally know is a fact. You get to work with unblinking creatures of the night on top of backbreaking work. Never again.
That's almost every dangerous "unskilled" job. You can pay felons next to nothing, not have to hire illegal immigrants and get a kick back from the government all at one time. It's a win for everyone.
Ugh. Ew. No thanks. I like drinking. I like having a buzz. I don't like being sloppy. That gave me a hangover watching it.
I feel like we should be friends. I like maintaining a buzz. As soon as I start to get sloppy I get pissed at myself. I'm not in college anymore, being sloppy drunk just isn't fun.
I don't hydrate enough to drink like that anymore. Plus it just isn't cute. Plus I don't trust people enough for that. Plus my clothes are way more expensive now than they were in my 20s. I'm not okay with staining them. I got old. I decided I like places with outdoor fireplaces and low key music and crowds rather than clubs or hot spots.
Why would you stain them if you were sloppy drunk? I'm talking like room spins drunk, not like puking all over the place. Or maybe you're referring to a little Bill Clinton v Monica type of situation.