Oh, oh, I know this one.... Smirnoff ice AKA Bitch Pop. I'm bored at work, can't ya tell? I have had enough of dealing with morons.
I think taste_my_rainbow is confusing manly with "ewwwwwyyyy." There's nothing wrong with gettin' a little fruity now and again, knowwhati'mmsaayyyyin'.
Happy days, got 4 pint sized cans, a little Vodka and just got an article published in my student newspaper: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.thegown.org.uk/2011/01/28/opinion-drinks-are-too-expensive-already/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.thegown.org.uk/2011/01/28/op ... e-already/</a> Things are good.
I dont know in college we needed four gallons of fruit punch and a case of beer just to make the everclear not deadly when we made Hairy Buffalo.
Dude! Thanks, bro. I'm headed out with some of my dude-broski's tonight and we're gonna tear the shit out of this town like the pimp motherfuckers that we are. We're even meeting up with some alpha-guy named Milly...you've probably heard of him. Anyway, I've been looking for some super manly drinks to toss down and show the punks who the man is, and I think I grew twice as much hair on my nuts just by seeing the stuff you suggested. You're my hero today. Play the fuck on, playa!
The sad part is, is that frat douches world wide turned that gay ass beverage into a fucking drinking game.
Wait, is that the "let's see how many of these we can drink before we want to suck each other's dicks" game? Because that's the game it sounds like.
These are jokes, aren't they? I mean, you're just fucking with us, right? Here's a recipe for you: Scotch Whisky Ice (optional) I mean really, is it Fag Friday and I just missed a memo? I feel like a queer just reading the past couple pages.
I don't remember posting here last night. I'm so hungover I just spent an hour curled in a ball on my couch. I DIDN'T EVEN DRINK THAT MUCH! Touche, Jim Beam. I ate a greasy ass calzone for lunch, and if that doesn't cure my pounding head, I'm considering drinking two or three beers just to feel better. Even as shitty as I feel, even I can tell Nom's last few drink recipes were jokes. C'mon, people.
Who the fuck doesn't? I don't know about you guys, but I'd consider that a close second to a Nobel Prize.
And if anyone believes any of this I've got a bridge for sale with your name allllll over it. I don't know where the fuck you come up with this shit. Wait a second, yes I do, Hookers and dreams.
Quit playing coy shegirl, your thinly veiled "poking fun" obviously harbors a deep and perverse attraction. You can't help how you feel shegirl!!! It's not your fault!!!
Dear world: 1) 2) I am not "sweetie", "dear", "little boy", "honey" or any other diminutive form of address. Call me "hey, you" or "hey, student" or even as a last resort you can even look at my name badge and call me by what you see on there. I'm not asking to be talked to like an equal, but I am asking to not be spoken to in a manner you would otherwise speak to a young family member or perhaps a scared pediatrics patient. I'd get my ass hauled in for unprofessional behaviour if it were the other way around, and if I were the one woman in an office full of men, feminist blogs would explode with rage at the condescension and sexism still rampant in the workplace and what a brave but vulnerable and damaged person I am. 3) You are the first person in the world to point out that I don't entirely look as old as I am. I never tire of hearing "Oh my god, you look sixteen" with every new person I meet and as the topic of conversation at every meeting I attend. Thank you for your original insight. I am simply biding my time until I feel comfortable confessing that I really am sixteen; I just stole some dude's identity to steal narcotics from the safe while no one was looking. 4) The Big Bang Theory was a TV show invented by network executives who suddenly realized, a decade too late, that the internet was catching on and that they might be able to extract a TV show out of it. They decided that "facebook" and "WoW" would be punch lines unto themselves, insert laugh tracks after it, and make idiots who think they're geeks laugh. 5) I do not give a flying fuck about Oprah. This whole hubbub over her half-sister? How is it fucking possible that you can praise the sister for not selling her story to the press when that is exactly what she is doing right now. Oprah is capitalizing on it as much as anyone else would have, and by waiting a bit to break the story, she just appears like a saint. Go find your own god damn list of books to read. 6) Neither do I care to hear about the finer points of the girl with the dragon tattoo or how far along you are. I get it, the book is fucking long and slow. 7) Yes, please tell me more about the mundane minutia of your domesticity. 8) Are we discussing mental health in any context? THEN PLEASE BRING UP THE (ALLEGEDLY) MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE WHO HAVE RECENTLY KILLED PEOPLE. 9) Just because we work together does not mean you're in the circle of people with whom I am willing to discuss my girlfriend, how often I see her, what kind of lingerie I have bought her, why we do or don't do this or that, or any other numbskullery you and your wun twue wuv did before you got mawwied. 10) Just because you are married does not entitle you to recruit me (and aforementioned girlfriend) into your vile and odious death cult.
Well, that's different. That's vegetable juice. Wait, is tomato a vegetable or a fruit? I always forget - like, the fruit police used to say, "Oh no, tomato is a fruit!" But then, the vegatable people were all, "WTF? Tomato is vegetable, motherfucker. I mean it's V8. The V stands for vegetable, amirite?" Shit, maybe tomatoes are bi.