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I'm so fucvking drunk
too much tequi.a lkooooooooooooolo tis awezome!!!!!!! smash bros is geareat wwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
don't hate jme!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!1 for theis!!!!!!!!! !!!!1mi I lov you all!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!11
I don't know if I've posted this but I fank a lot of tequila kose quiervo!!!!!!!! 3;!! wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooo!!!! 3;!!1 I rulz ooso I 'm srunk and I lofve DV
lol, I don't have a hang over!!!! weee
HEy im drunk and i will post here. btw have you ever just walked down through suburbia, drunk as hell looking for open garages with a couple friends. Because people leave them open sometimes, and sometimes they also have freezers open in the open garages. You can open up the goddamn freezers and steal food! its awsome! I found a frozen pizza! hell yes!
yeah i do all the time that same thing cept i steal alcohol... its the only thing worth the risk. just into the freezer and out with a bottle of vodka. in america we call it "garage shopping". Suburbanites u r not safe. shut yur garages. this is a public service anouncement.Quote:
Originally Posted by ;294044
haha, pilfering suburban garages at random...such a beautiful thing.
the highlight of such adventures was oprning a freezer to find it packed with approx 50% popsicles/fudgicles....so my accomplice and i took the brunt of these boxes of frozen indulgence out and placed them on top of the freezer, then paraded off into the night enjoying unbounded laughter at the eventual incredulity of the baffled victim the next day upon finding the melted, sticky spectacle (taking a box fo rthe road of course).
ah, drunken assholes, who hasn't been a victim...hehe
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just got back from drinking not one, nor two, but three pitchers of molson candadian in rapid succession at the friendly neighborhood pub.
this was a noteworthy experience in that i was alone, near midnight, on the outside patio, chainsmoking like a sailor, while a party of three sat nearby.
they were ,aking smallchat with admirable consistency, pretending not to notice the odd stranger reading "so long, and thanks for all the fish" while seeming not to notice them as he managed to tap his feet/fingers to jimi hendrix, pour glasses of beer at an almost inhuman pace, light cigarettes at a rate of precisely four per hour, and laugh at random at particularly amusing passages...simultaneosuly eavesdropping involuntarily.
upon leaving, i simply remarked that it was "delicous" that they managed to half mask their curiousity at such a spectacle, told them "they are valuable homo sapiens, especially in light of the recent economic upsurgence in sub-sahara africa's tea towel industry", gave a lighthearted chuckel as i absorbed their bewildered squinting of eyes, and made an exit by means of an alternation between heel clicks and grabbing of knees by arms attached to shaking shoulders..
this was especially enjoyable as the entire brunt of their conversation revolved around traveling to japan specifically, asia in general, and the state of the various airlines' service during transoceanic flight.
in short, they almost certainly pictured themselves as worldwise travelers who had seen it all...yet they couldn't even absorba drunken canuck wishing them commenting on their role in african economics
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drunken rambling...i even wax pathetic while drunk as a skunk (ooh, how clever, haha)
if there were an abandoned building in the area free of unsuspecting lifeforms, i would certinly burn it down for a lark...a LARK i say.
and why should any of you care what the fuck comes out of this cesspool of inebriation? why the fuck are you still reading? if a busload of horny protestants leaves newark at six in the morning traveling westward at 13 knots, will any of them eventually nail a portugese hooker in a nun getup? (the horny protestants wearing the nun getup i mean)
why does some part of me care whether someone else finds this humourous, or my 'self' to be vaguely witty? how is it i cam still capable of typing semi-coherently when i can hardly feel my legs?
i mean, i just used a hypen for chrissakes.
could this possibl be the longest post in the history of this thread...
hopefully.
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rolling rolling rolling.....rawhide.
rolilg, tho the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rolling...
keep moving, then moving, tho their disapproving, keep tem doggies rolling, RAWHIDE
my hearts calculating, my true love will be waiting at the end of my life.
move em out, ride em in, cut em out, ride em, cut em out, ride em RAWHIDE....
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do it noW! you fascist scum...you rainswollen labia....you nitpicking lice exterminators...you, you....you
ewes.
have you no concept of FISCAL RESPONSIBLTY?!
?!?!
oh the hUMANity!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;!!!!!!!!!&# 33;
this twelve minutes of beer inspired boredom has been brought to you by duke's pub.
You guys are amateurs with your half-baked drunken wandering assholish meanderings. Back in the day when I lived in the Bay, I handled my fucking business. Whenever I had to piss, there were only two ways to do, on a door handle or an open window through the screen (it made a nice misty effect on the other side, and the sound of the urine striking the window screen was like a pissed off housefly.)
There was also this tree next to a traffic light that was easy to climb. You guys ever want to throw eggs but are afraid of getting caught? I would climb the tree on the traffic light and tie strings to the top. At the bottom, around 10 feet down were eggs, wrapped in net which was tied to the string. I'd tied three right next to eachother, and even painted them black after a while because I noticed (through a telescope) cars started to see them and drive to avoid them. It was hilarious at first, they'd drive right into them and eggs would splatter against their windshields, they'd stop, get out, look around, sometimes call the police, too.
I remember once my target was a police car. They thought someone threw eggs. God it was great, two more cars pulled up like two minutes later and they started looking around with flashlights, of course I was on the patio of an abandoned house just watching them from the adjacent hill to that road, laugthing my ass off with a pack of beer. My friends got into it too, and now since I can't find any easily climbable trees growing next to traffic lights here, they carry on the new tradition without me.
My mouth tastes
Like licorice,
My fingers like lollipops.
HAIKU!!! YEAH!!! I think. Probably not.
Mmmm licorice liqueur.
high drunken sex buffee fuckcocks
Me = Fucked up.
Any questions?
i got what i wanted all along... so why change?
exactly.
Dream travellers or something like that.Quote:
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http://mywebpage.netscape.com/JoeAtA.../Fri_drink.jpg
Friday's Mexican night Hor'dourves. (out of Coronas :? )
haha awesome!!!
hey is that one of Joe's masterpieces in the upper right?
looks like a Joe-esque still life
I have been drinkingQuote:
Originally Posted by nameless;
but I'm not drunk enough to post in here, yet
I love Saturddays. Many many beers. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
I can hardly type
/me takes advantage of da piss-drunk Kichu. :ohyahbaby:
So, got hammered on Friday night, having lost beer-count at about 11pm, before people started breaking out the shots - which is usually a BAAAAAAD idea, in my case, but went rather well, actually.
Tolerance was so high after that night that, yesterday, I'd been drinking all damn day - dunnohowmany beers + 'bout 3 shots of Bacardi, then went to the bar, had about 4 Buds, a Long Island, a "Blue Moon" (whatevadafuck that was) left the bar at 2am, came back and had about 3 more beers at a friends house and was sober the Entire Time. Haha. Oh well.
But now, I've been tossing back a few cold ones while doing yard work, and I'm pretty toasty. You know that strange, exhausted kinda drunk that you get when you're out in 98% heat while getting your buzz on?
...and no. I'm not an alcoholic. :P
Yawp. That's about it.
Played drunk Cranium last night. So much fun, I recommend it to everybody.
omgg i flucking LOVE YOU ALL
thankknk god for spmnags, yuo know ther liek, gmosg for ALll tehe ways
I LVOE YOU ALLL!!!!!!!!!& #33;!
i looove you too ophie..... as a friends, nothing more Ha!. I'M FUCKIN DRUNK. really now relly.
shampoo is better i wash and clean da hair. oh no! CONDITIONER is better i make da hair silky an' smooth, oh really now really *smack smack smack*. dat goddam penguin is around again.
ooooh nudie magazine day. options: women over 80, tranny grannies (blech!!!). DV babes! hmm me like.
but remember no milk will EVER be OUR milk.
t t t TODAY junior!
Yes. I am drunk. How do I know that? Well, I've been brewing my own homemade licorice liqueuer during the day, while tasting some for my self. And, tonight I've had 1 1/2 bottles of red wine all to myself.
But, most of all? I know I'm drunk, because I'm giving what Barbizzle said, some serious consideration. Which means, I MUST be drunk. Holy shit, that man has balls.
/me is drunk, and my birthday is.....huh...in about an hour, actually.
...that is all. Go on about your business.
you're adorable