My vocabulary is actually much douchier when drunk in person. I'm too lazy to think of the perfect word, so I think of whatever the first word that comes to my head is.../quote] This is absolutely the case for me. That's what you get when you had books instead of friends as a kid.
Yeah, I try to dumb it down for you guys too. You are idiots after all. in all honesty though I am pretty much the same as I am in real life.
Yes, yes, I had books as friends "as a kid." I think it's also what happens when you write more than you talk.
I tend to use big words incorrectly when drunk. Usually I mean something in the same vein as the word I picked but I have lost the ability to use it appropriately.
Wait didn't you say that you were speaking in shitty french phrases? Yeah, douchy. And I actually (read: kinda) speak french.
This is a perfectly cromulent response, mya. My e-persona is markedly different. For instance, in real life I'm charming, handsome, funny and humble. With my e-persona I use a keyboard. Wait, did I mention humble? Yeah.
I used the phrase "la petit mort", Ghetto. In my defense, I was drunk, it was 7 am and I had just seen some magic and ssycko get turned out by a man with a cigar. I find you pretty damn handsome on here, Jesus boy.
I just finished watching the Man vs. Wild where Bear Grylls was stuck drifting on a raft. To keep hydrated he gave himself an enema with fetid sea water. The first thing I'd be doing after I got that damned raft would be demanding a raise. Now thats dedication to your job.
Roasted. No, I meant more when I'm speaking. I can't type for shit after a certain point. Or rather, I get to the point where I am ok with typos because hitting backspace and correcting it would take me 5 minutes per line.
In speaking french with a friend of mine (who went to french private schools her whole life and despite being Canadian speaks with a Parisian accent), I used the phrase 'la petit mort' and she thought I was talking about mortality.
Not gonna lie, that made me want to puke a little after reading. Bleh. It is frikken chilly in my house this morning. Unfortunately, my wife prefers cooler temps and gets hot easily, so I'm occasionally going into the bedroom and sliding my hands down her pants to warm up. Come to think of it, not entirely a bad thing. Too bad she's wrapped up in a phone conversation about some volleyball coaching matter.
Well, you are now going to be considered the Pedo on the block. Might as well have built a house of gingerbread.
He has kids. That kind of shit is acceptable when you have children. When you don't... the cops start to wonder.
Party tonight, and I have zero costume ideas. Anybody have anything good and easy? I'll accept "recognizable" and easy. As long as it's easy.