This girl, Trixie Whitley, has an amazing voice. And the drums are really cool. Since I've been drunk for the better part of 4 days now I think I've played it a few dozen times. Drinking Schneider Weisse and Two Hearted Ale while being a shut in tonight. Yesterday was a dangerous combination of booze and people that I still haven't recovered from
Worked until close Thursday night, will the pool league there (hello, shots!), and had to open Friday with a mild hangover. Fighting a cold, so took some pseudoephedrine. By 2pm, the regulars were buying me beers because I was bouncing off the walls so much. Proceed to stay after work (off at 5) until about 8, went over to a friend's house, more beer, park my car, start drinking with the boys. Two bars later (small town ones close at 1am!), back for after hours. At 3am, finally crashed out on the couch. Up at 10, lots of coffee, breakfast at noon. Home again, did what I needed to do, and started drinking again at 7pm (I didn't eat last night, so made sure to tonight!). About to head out & repeat it again, with warnings tonight I may end up watching the sun come up....
Fixed. My friends just left. 2 bottles of wine and a few shots of limoncello. That was fun. Also: do married friends ruin things with their "cute" intra-couple pseudo squabbling? Perhaps.
Then why post in the drunk thread? Or does this double as the loser thread. I'm usually not around for these things.
What a nice, relaxing, do-nothing day. Just cracked open another bottle of bourbon, and am enjoying a few cocktails while watching some FIN/SVK hockey, and catching up on some old episodes of Burn Notice.
I wish I was there right now so I could fuck one of your flesh wounds. It would hurt way less when you were drunk.
They are all quite healed, excepting that knee, that one is still gross. Its smaller though!(the wound, not my knee) My ribs are all that are pissing me off on the regular now. Oh, and I wouldn't fuck you with Supertramp's dick.
You read that wrong. It would be a threesome. Each of us would get a wound or orifice. depending on how we felt that day.
I'm just appalled that my moves didn't work on her. I mean, I dangled all the fish I had in my bucket, what more could she ask for? (2 jokes in 1, since the Sea World thing... WAYO!) edit: I was also 7 or so GG-Redbulls in, so... yeah. Actually, I have no defense.
If the Olympics have taught me anything it is that you Canadians are a very pale people. One shade short of albino. Do your friends make fun of you for being vain enough to visit a tanning bed?