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

The Blasters (AWESOME band) also play heavily on the soundtrack, from what I remember. (They did that song "Dark Night" at the begininning of From Dusk till Dawn) They're the live band playing at Raven's hideout in the movie I think.

 

My wife picked up the Beers of Belgium pack from Costco. Hoegaarden, Stella Artois (shut up), and Leffe. $21 for a case. (I have trained her well in the arts of fine beer. While she doesn't like the taste, I kindly ask her to sample anything I enjoy, then she uses her weird memory to remember the name, brewery, and country of origin. She now has a stable of "ok for Sam" and "not ok for Sam" selections.)

So I'll be enjoying those, and feasting on Subway platters, while scaring off all wildlife within a 5-mile radius. How? With my 41 fucking lbs of fireworks (that's roughly $240, on buy-one-get-one-free).

Then in the morning my mexican friend is going to make hangover-killing breakfast tacos like only a real mexican can.

Last night I trained my young nephew in the fine art of "this-will-certainly-make-a-big-fireball pyrotechnics" while shooting off some of my smaller firework displays.

Random fact: did you know that if you accidentally inhale large amounts of gunpowder smoke, you are rendered unable to breath for such a length of time that you collapse on the ground and almost-faint?

 

Though cruel, I have one of these for my daughter and I am considering the attempt.

 

It's not cruel as long as she thinks it's fun. So give her some lines of Pixie Sticks, strap on her helmet and start recording.

 

Ugh, went to a friends last night to hang out for a bit and ended up wasted and passing out at 4 am. Oops. There's nothing like drunken snow tubing; especially when the snow tube rips apart on the way down, while the beer your drinking doesn't spill a drop. This is how to stay sane in winter.

 

I just lost a lot of respect for Costco. They should sell that as the "Our equievelant to bud light in Belgium pack"

Get a real beer.

 

Tonight's a wine night. The rack is stocked with 9 random bottles and after being smothered by family last weekend, Wife™ and I have decided that we're doing jack shit until Tuesday morning. We'll walk the cur and we plan on stepping out to see a movie at some point, but that's it.

I've been saying "jack shit" a lot lately. It's a quality phrase.

 

We don't have them fancy helmets here. I just carpet tape two couch cushions to either side of her head.

 

I've mentioned before on here that our ranch hand and I found an old walk-in smoke house about a hundred yards from my back porch. Never knew it existed. This thing is about 8 ft wide and maybe 15 feet long. Laid stone up to about 4 feet, then wooden walls from there. Smoke pit in the center, and three tiers of racks above that. Then there's this whole system of removable planks for hanging jerky and shit. Aside from a few wholes where critters got in, it's in great condition.

Well today I was cleaning out the shed behind our house (my sister used to live here, so out with her shit and in with mine), and I came across a massive stack of tongue-and-groove hardwood flooring. I know EXACTLY what to do with this.

... Raise your hand if you have a smoke house with wooden floors?

 

My mind is blown that you didn't notice an 8x15 building that close to your house until now. Have you been spending that much of your time outside absolutely plowed out of your mind?

 

No, he's inside dressed to the tits in tinfoil and armed to the teeth, waiting for the robots to come and syphon away his body energy. The horrible, horrible robots.

I thought rednecks had better things to do on NYE, like waiting for Jesus to show up and kill us all like they hoped for eleven years ago.

 

Alright then, first toast.

Here's to Michael Pare musical flops that only some of us aren't to sketchy to admit we sorta liked, a healthy and prosperous 2011, "The Dark Side", and all the TiB members brave enough to go out and roll around in it tonight.



Happy New Year!

 

It's below the hill and to the side of the skeet shooting range. The brush is pretty damn thick in that area, so there's basically no point in going exploring around there. We didn't notice it until we started clearing out the brush.

So apparently that means it's old enough to be covered by a bunch of trees and shit.

 

I've been up since 7:30, taking Christmas trees to the burn pit, fixing my dirt bike, cleaning out the shed, oiling the shotgun, and putting some more decent beer in the fridge.

Now I'm sitting here eating venison jerky and watching Funniest Home Videos, waiting for my wife to wake the fuck up and the mexican friend to get here. Beer and sushi starts at noon.