WDT 8/16/13. As always the entire WDT is NSFW. Wah.

It's official: Tomorrow, Li'l Bandit and I leave off for two days in heaven! (AKA: Schlitterbahn, New Braunfels)

Gotta go get a new pair of shades...

 

Well, exhibit A.

Or, exhibit DD, maybe.

 

Why do people have to greatly exaggerate their drinking exploits?

I went to my favorite place to get wings which is also a sports bar. The bartender was talking to one of the people about not being able to serve shots during some trivia competition due to the laws about over serving. The guy comments that it's bullshit, blah blah blah, and makes an off-hand comment about how girls can't drink as much as guys.
The female bartender goes into "OH NO YOU DINNIT" mode and throws out that she once polished off a GALLON of tequila. The guy responds saying that he once drank an entire KEG of beer.

Both of these things are entirely impossible. First off, I don't think there are gallon jugs of tequila in existence and by a half gallon you'd be too fucked up to even begin to measure accurately. Secondly, a keg of beer is about six 30 packs. Even a 1/4 keg is three 30 packs. Even the most hardcore alcoholic isn't capable of drinking 90 cans of beer.

I brought up these two points on contention and the response from both of them was, "Yeah well I can drink you under the table. One time I drank blah blah blah..."

I guess I shouldn't expect more from people sitting at a bar half drunk at 1pm.

 

The best part about unemployment... Drinking on a Tuesday after drinking on a Monday followed by drinking on a Wednesday.

That being said, I made sure to grab a nice sweaty pic at the gym today for the TiBettes. Might just mosey on over to the TiBer thread and drop it there cause this thread is no place for sweaty dude pics.

 

/Ed McMahon/ Yes! You are correct, sir!

 

Same here, except my dad is a short, fat, dark-haired, hirsute Italian man, and I sometimes have to remind myself that I am only a WASP insofar as I am white (being neither anglo, saxon nor protestant). But I'm only half-Italian so I figured I got those traits from the mailman. And it's funny in that my name indicates my family is from a certain region of the country (they are not, in fact, from there), but people still insist on asking me "oh, you must be Northern Italian!". And I've been to Northern Italy. And you know what? Nevermind being taller than most of the people there, I was also taller than most of the doorways.

Secondarily: I work in a place that is not very kind to long words. The guy in the office next to me who couldn't spell "Chicago" to save his life had apparently been going around pronouncing my name in a very fucked up way. To the extent that when I was chatting with my boss last week, he had to confirm my name was pronounced in such and such a way and was not, in fact, Polish. I now live in permanent fear of the suffix "-broski" being added to my name and not being able to live it down.

 

German music. Take your pick...

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... it went from that, to...to... THIS:



....they're called Tokio Hotel, and YES they are all dudes (how I don't know). That's still in the mail as far as I'm concerned. I guess they're for kids who don't think Brokencyde is as faggy or emo as they ought to be.

 

German music begins and ends with neun und neunzig luftballons.

 

Can't get into chicks with armpit hair.

However, neckbeards are different. German music starts and ends for me right here:

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Oh, sure, go straight for the anti-Semite as an example of German musicians.

 

I didn't know that he was. No wonder Hitler liked him so much.

Now, everybody shut up and watch this a billion times:



....the hula-cam is the greatest invention since Penicillin.

 

I hate when people don't take you for your word and then repeat it back to you after they discover it themselves.

Me: There are actually seven seasons of this show.

My dad: Well, Netflix only has 6 seasons.

Me: Well, imdb says it has 22 episodes in the 7th season.

Dad: *spends 5 minutes trying to get to the right screen on netflix

Dad: There are seven seasons of this show. *scrolls down 22 episodes* And there are 22 episodes.

I'm not sure if he thinks I'm stupid or lying. Either way I would like those minutes back.

 

It took me years to figure out how to deal with my father. I finally figured out that if I put a bug in his ear about something we should do with our business and just walk away without argument after he rejected the idea, a few days later he would have an epiphany and tell me we were going to do exactly what I suggested. He'd think it was an idea all his own.

It was bothersome, but it kept peace in the family. Lord did that man and I have some fights before I finally figured that little trick out.

 

What is this festival and how do I go? Rather; do I even want to go? Is it a bunch of drugged out annoying hippies?

 

Yep, listening to trance and all sorts of crappy shit. Burning man is all about people who are well on their way to burning out on drugs going batshit crazy on them.

 

Burning Man is packed with filthy bearded hippies... sorry... "Fringe Artists" *snicker* and is in Black Rock City, Nevada. It runs from the last monday of August to Labour Day. It's in the middle of the desert with no shade whatsoever.

I imagine a fair share of personalities there would be excruciating, but it has drugs so I would go. It has about 50,000 and always sells out, which I find kind of impossible since it is literally in the middle of nothing.

 

What?! I scrolled through pages of pages of sweaty girl pictures (i.e. oily) and only got 1 sweaty dude in return (thanks Nom!) and now I have to click things to see what is my due (or something like that)?

Mooommmm, the internet is being sexist again!

*Off to click my favorite thread

 

I'm shocked to hell they sell tickets for it. Seems way to capitalistic, but then again even hippies like money so long as it goes to them. Either way, it is in the middle of no where, what do they need tickets for?