The 2nd Annual Christmas & New Years Drunk Thread 2010! NSFW

I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Nine days, no work. Big fat bag of weed. Booyacka.

And now, the games can begin on here. Everything previous was just world 1-1 to 1-3. Now we are at the Boss Level.

Bring it on, bitches.

 

Seriously fuck being sick. You know what, I think I'm just going to have a glass of Glenlivet. That'll make me feel better...right?

And to make everyone's Christmas a bit Merrier, I present you the best Christmas Song ever:

 

My 'medicine' is making me feel better. I say go for it. But yes, fuck being sick especially on a day that I actually have free.

Edit: A friend just posted this as her fb status, "Help! I think I've just been shoved into a bag by a man in a red suit and now I think I'm in the air. Don't lie, WHO PUT ME ON THEIR CHRISTMAS LIST?!"

Is she asking for me to call her a ho? I hope so because I told her that Santa was just collecting his ho ho hos. Lame joke I know but I couldn't not say it.

 

Merry Christmas, bitches. A toast to all of you, and to your health, happiness and continued incongruity with normal society.

 

Well, it's 12:35am here, so, Merry Christmas assholes!

Also, some dickhead's dog down the road has been barking non-stop for THREE HOURS!

I think it may be time to crack open a beer.

 

Why are you timing how long their dog has been barking? I don't think beer's strong enough in this situation.

I'm getting ready to hop in the shower before I have to go to the candlelight service tonight. Would it be wrong to cap off my day of drinking with a shower beer when I have to be at church in 40 minutes?

I hope not, because I'm doing it. Then after, I'm bringing beer to my mom and dad's. We're having steak, it would be a crime not to have beer to accompany the steak.

Merry Christmas Eve y'all! (and Merry Christmas to those of you in the future!)

 

I partied until 3 a.m. last night, and I began drinking at 3 p.m. today. I'm about to go to the in laws' house, where I will continue drinking with my father-in-law. Hurrah.

And my wife and I are opening presents later tonight. I'm pretty sure CoD: Black Ops is in the cards for me this Christmas.

 

I'm going to Christmas mass soon with my judgmental sister who is super Christian and because shes training to become a therapist think she knows everything. I'm pretty sure she thinks she is the reincarnation of Jesus.

I think I'm going to need a few drinks for this because I can't take much more of her attitude and I hate going to Church.

 

Amen.

We spend Christmas Eve every year with our Catholic friends, so we go to mass with them. The churches I grew up going to were crazy, but at least that kept it sort of interesting... Catholic services are just sooo boring. I don't understand why they can't play rock music or have themed mass. I would totally go to 80's mass.

Plus, every year, without fail, I get wicked farts and am extremely uncomfortable trying to hold them in through the whole service/ordeal. I'm sure it's God fucking with me, so I get back at him by thinking unpure thoughts about the sexy catholic women I spot. Me and God always have a good laugh about it after.

 

Christmas mass and Holy Week services are the worst times to be introduced to Catholicism. You're stuck in there longer, there's two times the normal amount of people in attendance so there's two times the normal amount of pissed of babies, and the liturgy seems to never end. However, every mass follows the same format (well, except for Holy Week), so it's pretty easy to tell how much time you have left if you're bored with staring at hot Catholic women or making faces at little kids.

I've been in my hometown for two days. I went out the first night with a few friends to a shitty local bar and spent last night in with my family. One of my sisters gave me a bottle of Jack Daniels for Christmas. My family kicks ass. I'm headed down to Illinois tomorrow to spend time with the extended family. I've spent almost all of break with either a bottle or gun in a hand and I entirely intend to keep it going. There's lots of shit to shoot and lots of beer to drink.

I don't care what you believe in (or don't)... everyone have a great weekend!

 

I have been to church twice in my life (both funerals) for an average of once every 16 years.

 

With the exception of working on the weekend for a couple of semesters, I've been to church about weekly for 21 years.

Catholicism... it's a hoot.

 

I'm pretty certain you could be the most faithful protestant around and not have a damn clue what's going on during mass. I've been to services at various other churches and it's very clear that the Catholic mass is the most strict and organized of all... I mean, it doesn't involve singing for 45 minutes straight with your hands in the air and eyes closed.

There's a lot of people I know that went to a private Catholic school will never set foot in a church again. Given, the Catholic school in my hometown blows (and I went to a good public school), but it still surprises me. Were the nuns total hardasses? Where did Father touch you? Did you get sick of going to mass daily?

 

I feel like they made this just for us.

 

Simple: went to Catholic school does not equal observant Catholics. Many of us do not or did not consider ourselves Catholic, even if our families were.

 

I ended up going to the Church of Christ one time with a friend.

Cue the most awkward time of my life. I was too stupid to figure out the lyrics in the hymn books, so I was just trying to humm/mouth watermelon over and over again.

 

And the A Christmas Story Marathon begins. I actually bought my favorite Christmas movie this year since they no longer play it on TV, even though it is the best Christmas movie there is. The 1951 version of A Christmas Carol.