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

Just got an actual haircut, ending a half decade long cycle of buzzing my head once every six months and letting my hair grow long in between.

The verdict: It's not bad. I really hate that fresh new fabricated haircut look on myself, especially as I am freshly shaved right now as well. In a couple days though, why I'll be a lady-killer, that's for certain.

Who knows, I might even get one again sometime before 2015.

 

As a result of balding and shaving my head, I haven't had an actual haircut in 13 years.

 

That's the key right there, I did 8 in around an hour and a half on top of some beers in college one time.

It ended poorly.

Edit: This was in my room, no bar in my area will allow you to do more than three in a row.

 

This one's better. Start breaking bricks, Wet Nips.

 

I usually keep my Carbombing to St. Paddy's day. Local Irish pub offers a them for $5 all day. There is a constant stream of women running to the bathroom to puke all day.

And thats half way drunk as where I need them to be

 

Ugh, to add to the sheer joy of studying, car won't start. I think I need a new fuel pump, so in cranking it over I killed the battery. It's been hooked up to my roommates car for about 30 minutes, and still dies before it fires off. Godfuckingdamnit. This is why I drink.

 

I used to love that movie. That's actually why I own a pug, I'd wanted one since I was a kid and obsessed with that movie. I might have to watch it this weekend but probably while drinking rather than popping pills. I'm not that hardcore Blue Dog.

I'm officially 98% done Christmas shopping. Hopefully I can finish up before this weekend so I can avoid the mall at all costs next week.

 

Good, you can start on mine when you're done.

Last year everyone got gift cards to Barnes & Noble. If you don't do it for me, I'm going to get them gift cards to Borders.

 

You're welcome

 

Into a bottle of Bday vino and some smoke.

My quads are angry so the alcohol and the muscle relaxers are a fabulous combination.

 

I need to come up with a good present for my little brother.

He is picky as shit. He is also lazy as shit, so I'm not even sure a gift card would get used before it expired. Fuck.

 

Buy him a Snuggie or a shake weight.

 

Fuck today.

Roommate and friend drank all the rum that roommate and I bought, they saved me two shots from the whole damn thing. Mind you, it was funny to see my roommate so drunk that he couldn't stand.

Today, weather has been retarded. Rediculous wind, combined with crazy wind + working outside = sucks.

I'm tired and cranky.

 

Shake weights for EVERYONE!!



For the ladies:

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Spoiler

 

Watch the whole episode, so fucking funny!!

 

Ola, senorites. I write to you from Mexico after my third dump in the last four hours. It's not full-on diarrhea, but it sure is annoying. A few points:

-the booze at the resort is just painfully watered down. If I did this full-time I'd probably get diabetes from the sugar before cirrhosis from the alcohol. And honestly, there's a point at which it just gets fucking boring to be downing mojito after mojito and feeling nothing.

-the Corona here does taste better than it does in Canada. And the bottles are bottled under higher pressure for some reason, too.

-I blame the proliferation of buffets and excessive serving sizes on you Americans.

-that cliche about "if you speak 2 of French, Spanish or Italian, you automatically speak the third" is surprisingly true. Or at least, it's awfully easy to understand slowly spoken Spanish, pick up on it, and then use it to order food at the sketchiest, non-English speaking restaurant you can find.

I am not built for resort life. Sitting around lying on a beach for seven days will not make a particularly interesting story ten years from now. Although I suppose the perfect daytime temperature and humidity is more convenient than having to throw on a scarf, coat, hat and gloves jut to take the trash out, I preferred finding my own way through Germany to having everything taken care of for me. And for that matter, in Germany, I was more drunk, ate better, had more fun, and actually got to do things that weren't insanely stupidly touristy.

I'm pleased you have made it to nearly 120 pages without my help.

 

Some of the least interesting people I've met are the ones with a hundred and one stories to tell about shit that doesn't matter much.

The ones with fewer stories have a tendency to tell them better and make the story worthwhile.

 

I'm not sure what your point is. The most interesting people I've met are the ones who are willing to do things with a bit of adventure and uncertainty, hopefully with some risk or danger. They are not the people who think that visiting an enclave of the first world counts as traveling. If you'd ask me, I'd say having a hundred and one stories is not the same as simply having a hundred and one things to say.

 

Half a day tomorrow at work. Why? Because our Christmas party is at noon. We're all getting a hundred bucks and are supposed to go "shopping" (the majority of my co-workers are women). Fuck that. I'm gonna get an airsoft rifle or two, go home, call a few friends, get drunk and then hunt each other with non-lethal weapons. I'll probably also go skeet-shooting at some point in the afternoon.

I'd formally like to put in my vote for gin and tonic as the greatest drink ever.

Actually, fuck that. We have a thread for best non-alcoholic beverage ever. We need one for best alcoholic drink ever. What are we, a bunch of castrated virgin TiBers (hotwheelz, don't answer)?


**edit** I just noticed that my rep was at 1313. I may die tonight. Pray for me. Or shoot a terrorist. Or something.