$9 bottle of wine tastes significantly better on the second day of being open than the first. What the hell is all this nonsense about. Oh, exam to study for on monday? One day when I control the world I will curbstomp the shit out of any attempts by the social sciences to infiltrate real science.
the texas rangers are pansy bitches. i wish the phillies had won just so that texas' loss woudl have been more embaraassing in the world serie.s if texas wins world series fuck thats stupid they are terribleff
1) Wine is supposed to breathe. It always tastes better when you let it breathe. 2) Social science will destroy real science until humankind wholly betrays emotion for reason. Since we are still little more than shit-eating, mud-fucking animals with guns and laptops, you're investing in a pipe dream. Live in the now, Canadian.
Pensacola State Fair....dirtiest white trash you could ever picture attended with their 8 illegitimate kids for each single mom. This place was people watching to the extreme, and I soaked up every second of it. Even during closing time (midnight, stupid, I know) when the fatass cop tried to threaten us with 'consequences' if we elected to stay with our friends for 2 minutes while they bought some food before we left. So funny, too bad I drove, so I couldn't get all kinds of trashed and ride the rides.
Well, the Han Solo costume was bad-ass. Fucked up party though. I got talked into showing my balls (they are huge; don't worry though, my dick is pretty small), followed closely by a old, gay man dressed as Carol Burnettoffering what started at $25 and climbed to $250 to suck my dick. A really creepy tranny offered to suck it for free, of course. That was one of the most fucked up parties I've been to in a long time. The host is very well off, and the house we were at was in Guthrie, Oklahoma (a shit hole) but was about 70 years old, 5000 square feet, recently redone and fucking awesome. Despite the various, fucked up attendees it was a pretty fun party. Anyway, now that I am home it is time to drink some more beers and play some Halo. What the fuck else am I supposed to do since I didn't wake up till 4 pm today? (For the rest of you that are as fucked up as I am, I already jerked off a couple times today.)
That's never a good idea for me. I'll end up punching mirrors and drawing lipstick all over my face SLUT!!! FILTHY FUCKING CUNT WHORE YOU'RE UGLY AND DIRTY AND YOU DON'T READ SO GOOD ETC.
I'm quite glad of the fact that breathing allowed the wine to improve (even though I only poured out one glass and then sealed the bottle with a vacuum pump) but when I pay $9 for a bottle of wine, I expect the quality to be there the second I open the bottle. On first sip, the wine was terrible - initially, no flavour, and then an awful, bitter aftertaste. The next day? It's actually drinkable. Actually the wine came well recommended from an aunt of mine as her cheap plonk of choice (she's a chef). It's on a level close to Fuzion, I think, and unless I have a bad bottle it could surpass fuzion if it continues to improve. Here's an uncomfortable fact I never tire of repeating: worldwide, measles kills more people than breast cancer. Instead of buying a pink ribbon, you'd be saving more lives if you bought an MMR vaccine for some anonymous third world child. Of course, if people stopped buying pink ribbons and put their money towards actual charitable causes, how would everyone else know how much they cared?
A good wine exists independent of your consumerist demands! How can you make demands of any wine, especially for $9. Celtic lost 3-1 which is shit.
Been marinating all weekend. The Fiance is not happy with me, but not because of my drunken state. (or me accidentally waking her up when the Giants and Mizzou won, and then later for tapping on her pussy and telling it to wake up because it needed to be happy) The step-kid comes home around 1 am with some chick in tow. Then he announces that she is going to spend the night. I openly laugh at the awesomeness and sheer balls on this child. (he's sixteen) In my inebriation I decide that she can sleep on the couch, but there is no way they are sleeping in the same room together. The Fiance recoils in horror, and overrules my decision because the 217 is way past the limit and cannot make obvious sound decisions for the well-being of the inhabitants of this household. She informs the little strumpet that she cannot spend the night, and if needed she will give her a ride home. After the step-kid walks this girl to wherever her new destination is, we have a little family gathering, which of course starts with a high-five from me. The Fiance is visibly angry when this happens. She hasn't spoke to me since.
This drunk thread is shit. Everyone knows Sundays are the best days for solo-drinking and no-bodies posting. My friends left behind loads of cheapo cider and 9% lager last night so I'm getting drunk but no posting in the drunk thread. fuck you KIMMaster, fucking mma girly girl
I bet your parents are beaming with pride. At least you won't have to worry about getting hired by anyone.
HOLY SHIT THE PANTHERS WON. Two pitchers at the bar. Extra victory six pack now. All three of my tight-sphincter grad school roommates are studying in the next room. This could get interesting.
Start punching, man. You've no option now. Drinking, packing my room up and waiting for people to show up for poker. Fun night!
Say what you will about the red flags of hiding alcohol in your own house, but if other people had access to your private stock, then it wasn't really your private stock.