I had never heard of shower beers until a drunk thread in the past. I have no idea why I never thought of this before since I am generally a resourceful type of gal. Now I am more of a wine than a beer drinker so I don't imagine that it is quite the same, more difficult to keep the water out and balancing the wine glass on the soap dish would be a little more precarious. I will do a glass of wine in the tub occasionally. Maybe that is the female equivalent of the shower beer.
God bless Taco Bell. Two cheesy gordita crunches and my hangover has been dramatically reduced. The shit I just took, however, I would not wish upon my worst enemy.
Looks like the Mayans were off by two years. I'm going to buy a shotgun, a keg, and a crate of Campbell's chunky soups. I'll ya'll on the other side. Also, to Mooseknuckle who I told last night I would spread copious amounts of cheese on, I apologize. That was kind of weird.
Why not take the bottle? And before you say "that's not classy".....you're drinking in the shower. We're already past that point.
Would this be a step above or below wine in a box? I wonder if they are any good. I've tried wine in a box (cutting back on expenses while in school, paying tuition, and bringing in very little money). I found that the problem with that was I didn't know when to stop drinking. With a bottle, you stop when the bottle is empty, I had no such signs of the night being over with a box.
Cleaning my apartment with a buzz on is far more enjoyable than doing so while sober. Gonna be making a few pizzas. Already opened my bottle of "The Goatfather" to let it aerate before drinking it. I'm classy like that. Excited for the gold medal curling match. Also, bought gravol for the inevitable hangover nausea.
It's almost 8am here in Oz and I'm already awake. I have no hangover whatsoever, which doesn't make sense. I drank a lot last night. There was free booze!
pffff, what the fuck is this shit. Waking me up from my hungover sleep with the fuckin evacuation siren, and all there is is a couple three foot waves. Now, of course, it might not be over. But jesus, this has to be one of the most over sensationalized stories I've ever seen.
I went out and bought $55 worth of shit at the craft/microbrew store this afternoon. I plan on killing it all on my own, since I'm a loser, and don't feel like seeing anyone tonight. I also need to clean the shit out of the apartment, and ready my wii forsale since I haven't played it in well over a month. Hopefully the beer doesn't hinder those two things.
Found out I have to work from 10 pm - 6 am tonight. Even though I work through the dead of night, I shall fear no evil. For Johnnie Walker is with me.
Well there's an hour of my life I'll never get back. While I was sleeping my phone was on vibrate. When I woke up, honest to God, I had 23 missed calls, 3 voicemails, and 11 text messages. Apparently people care about me, which is nice I guess. But there is nothing worse than having to contact every family member or close friend you have to let them know you are ok. God, that was fucking awful. I am not a phone person.