The 2017 Superbowl WDT NSFW

I either overlooked this earlier in an attempt to spare you or I wasn't in the mood to fight.

Either way, I'm in the mood now.

I truly believe that if you don't like Gin you just haven't tried enough Gin. My phone fucking capitalizes motherfucking Gin. It still can't spell fucking correctly without my intervention and I've had this phone since 2013. It still capitalizes Gin though, recognize.

Gin and tonic is my favorite drink. When my phone autocorrects G&T to B&G, I can get behind that because who doesn't like biscuits and gravy? Not me, that's for sure.

I feel like I was going somewhere or making a point with this but I'm drunk and tired so I'll probably read a chapter of 1984 and then go to sleep.

 

I actually don't think Gin played a part in that camping trip. I think it was only beer and the hatred between my cousin and his wife. And maybe a little whiskey in my flask and lots of resentment between my cousin and his wife.

 

Instead of reading Orwell, just put on Van Halen and rock out to Panama. And, like knit some shit.

 

I knit and shit all the time. Someone made fun of me at book club for knitting on a sock, I pay attention much better if my hands are busy. You can make of that what you will.

As far as Orwell goes, I never had to read this in high school so I'm reading it now. I still have my stolen copy of The Catcher in the Rye from high school that is due for a reread.

 

I'm not saying you can't read it. I'm saying that the keyboard intro for Jump is more badass.

 

The book club meeting was at my house this week. That means that I got to force people to listen to my music the entire time. It was glorious.

 

Dammit. The whole album kicks ass.

 

I actually had to go back and make sure I didn't make a typo. I didn't, thank you very much. I mean, I did but it was "fiflth" not "filth."

 

Yep, you got me. Ooh, burn.

 

Listen, Rush. I know it's hard to believe because I seemingly only post to th board when I'm drunk, but I don't get drunk n this frequently often.

My phone hates me even when I'm sober, much like bewildered with her trouble typing on her phone (my autocorrect changed that to obo and I almost left it because made for a more interesting story.)

Just in case I don't post again for an entire month, you guys are my people. I'd say I love you but I feel like our relationship is more casual than that.

 

I'd like to point out, before I drag my ass to bed, that I've actually drank (drunk? help me out grammar people) an entire glass of water tonight before I turn in for the night. Let's see if it makes me any less hungover for work tomorrow.

I'd also like to declare that I'm never drinking again. Or at least not until the weekend. I'm entirely too old to be hungover for work when I know I have to be in at 6:30.

 

This thread is living up to it's name and upholding the tradition of drunken interwebby posting

 

Two things:
1. The water helped but staying up until two didn't.

2. I literally just did this to myself the night before last. Apparently I'm a slow learner.

 

If you're going to stay up late, you just have to figure out how to work in your 25 minute power nap in the 2-4 pm range. If you have trouble getting to sleep then, do a couple of shots of Tequila.

 

I'm working in the wrong field. BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) had 49 janitors that made over $100K last year. One made $270K. JANITORS!!

 

I know we have our differences here at TiB - democrat, republican, libertarian; those who like crunchy peanut butter (morons!); those who think there's a world wear high-waisted shorts are acceptable, etc. - but, I'm sure one thing we can all agree on, is that Girl Scout cookies absolutely qualify as breakfast food. Right?

 

You watch your dirty whore mouth. Samoas are the best.

I will say this year I'm leaning toward Tagalongs being my favorite though.

 

There's a bar close to my apartment that will be doing a Girl Scout Cookie and Beer pairing.

Suffice to say, I'm tempted.