I dare you, unless they contain acetaminophen. Don't tempt that stuff. I know a girl who ended up in the hospital for liver failure when she took some extra-strength Tylenols and then went out drinking. That's why my former drug of choice was Mexican Darvon Simple (pronounced seem-play) and not the potentially more potent Darvon "Compuesto." Darvon "Simple" was straight propoxyphene, but Darvon "Compuesto" had acetaminophen in it. I could drink all I wanted with the "Simple" stuff, and all it did was make the drinks more potent. What I used to do was go to my favorite Mexican pharmacy, score some pills, then go into a pool hall on the way back to the bridge and take them with a shot of tequila ($2), then cross back into the US before they really kicked in. Those were good times... But didn't you say you were already drinking?
Finally got around to watching The Wild and Wonderful Whites and wish I never watched it. The whole family should be rounded up and shot. What I can't understand is why anyone would fuck anyone of the women in this family. They all look like they went 300 rounds with Tyson in his prime and some of their voices are much deeper than mine. It really is incredible that people like this exist.
Hello, lovely bum. I won't lie, I'm spinning around my room now listening to this song. Judge me all you want. And with that, I bid you all good night.
Got a 12-pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. There's some Bass in the fridge as well, along with some sort of random wheat beer. If that isn't enough to get me wasted, I have something called "Cabin Fever." My parents are intelligent and got me more booze than I can possibly drink. Last time I was home I was down to drinking straight vermouth out of the bottle. I'm in a bad mood and feeling extremely emo, seeing as how I'm listening to Stone Sour. I feel bad admitting that. I think I'm more ashamed of the music than I am of drinking straight vermouth.
I've been having some cider, I've got some terrible Chinese food, that means you guys get assss Spoiler
After seeing The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus, I've been digging through the archives of youtube, and I found this gem, sung by Keith Richards: And here's some eye candy to go with the video. NSFW She's my little rock and roll, alright.
So, I just had a gun pulled on me for "trespassing" on my own fucking property (we were looking for a cell phone). Apparently, someone doesn't understand the concept of "leasing" and "there are several of us with flashlights looking at the ground, and we had to have a gate code to get in." Now given, at 80 yards that shotgun would have done little more than piss me the fuck off, but it was still a gun nonetheless. Interesting conversation to follow tomorrow. No harm, no foul, but they better not fucking ever do it again. Not sure what this does as far as my opinion in the firearms and home protection thread, but understanding that I am still posting with the adrenaline of having a double-barrel shotgun pointed at me, I can say right now that I'd rather have had a gun by my side to even the playing field in case they decided to get stupid. I don't blame them for protecting their own household, but then again, fucking learn what kind of car your landlord drives. Jesus christ!! And if you ask what someone is doing remotely close to your homestead, and they counter with "looking for a cell phone" and continue about their business, please don't point a firearm at them. **edit** seriously, that fucking sucked. It's legal for the guy to own a gun (I trust that it's registered and I know he has no criminal history), but we were out there combing the fucking pasture for about 15 minutes (we live on a large piece of property, he's leasing a house on it, and I did not "disturb or disrupt the enjoyment of the property thereof" as my car nor I was physically on "his" portion of the property). Fucking piece of shit pointed a barrel at me because he thought I might have maybe posed a threat. One flinch on the trigger and I'd be fucking minced meat right now. Fuck that. Fuck that. Piece of shit. I need some tits. This sucks.
Drink. Drank. Motherfucking drunk. And I deserve it. The whatever is out with his ex tonight. The friend side is happy, the other other side wants to pull her hair out. I feel like Two-Face from Batman. Arrrgh! Yay for vodka!
Just an FYI, bluegrass came from all the Irish and Scots that came over way back when. They were hill people and moved to the Appalachians. Ta-da, bluegrass. Mixing a banjo with what sounds like Irish bar music makes total sense and is awesome.
Fuck it. Vodka isn't numbing enough. I'm on to gin...Hendrick's Wonderful Gin. Delicious. As a side note...I'm kind of appalled that I am fascinated by reality tv. Tonight, it's Big Rich Texas or something. I can't believe that women actually act this way and the more reality tv I watch, the more it seems to be the norm. Where are the classy broads of yesteryear who could hang/bang/drink with the Rat Pack and still be ladies about it? My poor gender. Such a shame that people think this is normal or even acceptable behavior. Get a standard, ladies. Then again, I'm wasted...hi, I'm pot and you arrrrrre...kettle?
I'm a tad fucked in half. This was the worst night in a long time. To sum it up, I told a girl with mutual attraction I liked her. Well, she liked me a while ago when I was a fucking cunt of a human being. Now I am a creepiest human being on the planet because I said "I do no care who you were with before, as long as you were with me. Guys like you because you're pretty. But it goes beyond that. Your beauty is interminable, never-ending. Even when you're 80 men will be after you and you will hardly of aged. If they're smart, men want to be around you. Because you are smart, because you are pretty. But mainly because you're the person they want to be around, because you are capable of doing whatever the hell you want. unlike most girls. Unlike DUMB girls." I understand most chicks don't like hearing this crap, but come the fuck on. We've been slowly seducing each other for SIX FUCKING YEARS and this opinion of our attraction isn't mine alone. Every last fucking person we both know has been wondering why we haven't hooked up. I AM DONE. FUCK YOUR SPECIES. So, here's the best music video of all time:
I sincerely hope you don't have a clot, because that would be some bad shit. That said, I looked up phlebitis on wikipedia, and under the "Popular Culture", they noted "In the All in the Family episode Too Good Edith, Edith complains of pain in her leg, and the doctor tells her she has phlebitis." How fucked up is that?
One of the cool things about clubs I discovered tonight is that you can fart on random people and watch their reactions from a safe distance. If you're ever in a club and something smells funny, look around for the guy who doesn't quite belong and is laughing hysterically. He probably farted on you.
You know what, fuck that. I'm about ready to punch him in the face for that shit. We all live on the same fucking property. Yeah, I should have had a clause in the contract that said he couldn't wield for discretionary purposes a firearm, but it's fucking common sense. You don't just fucking point a loaded gun at whomever you see fit. Regardless of castle rule and all that, if I own the land you are on, you know my car, and you see my car, and I identify myself as such, you fucking put down your loaded and armed weapon and fucking apologize for pointing that shit at me. And then you allow me to go about my business attempting to find my friend's cell phone (the search for which never entered upon your lease to begin with). Mother piece of cunt hole. I feel like an ass for not including such a clause in the contract, so that I could litigate in such a circumstance (not that I'm a fan of litigation, just that I believe some assholes should have to pay for being assholes). MY FUCKIN CAR. THE ONLY ONE YOU HAVE SEEN that belongs to me. I have bordered but not intruded upon your lease many times, for many different reasons which are irrelevant to you. Please, any resident attorney, please shed some light upon what I can do to present them with the most heartache possible (I've tried to represent both sides of the story as fair as possible). I'm not a fucking attorney, but I tend to believe this person violated some kind of
Just got back from the camping trip and despite the beach fiasco, the rest of it went smoothly. Well, except for when Friend 1 accidentally put a flaming marshmallow in her mouth, but for me it was fine. Friend 2's boyfriend is almost 100% bald and he's 26. This morning he asked me if he could borrow my shampoo. Now normally I don't mind lending someone who's practically a stranger consume my things, but what the fuck does he need shampoo for? Cleaning his pubes? I didn't want to ask "What for?" as it wouldn't have been very nice and I don't mind the guy, but I don't get it. I chalked it up to him using it as jack off lube in the campground shower and told my girlfriend my theory, and got the typical: "What the fuck is wrong with you
In Key West on vacation... Have not drank this much in forever, spent last night hanging out with my friend Ralph while worshiping the porcelain god. Ughh now its time for coffee followed by copious amounts of water then more booze tonight. Yay.