Sorry to everyone who passed out face-down in an empty margarita glass last night- I meant to put this up yesterday afternoon, but the Wife had a false alarm. I'm just sad that I'm not going to have my Mexican baby on Cinco de Mayo now. That would have been tha tits! I guess Ill just have to wait a few more days for my little Albino Burrito. But its probably a good thing that I'm late, because we had time to be informed of this: Does that mean Weekend Fun Poll? I think that means Weekend Fun Poll. Let's take a guess on the timeline for the inevitable incarceration of a fellow idiot. Take a drink everytime you post. Down a beer everytime you vote.
Fuck yes it's Friday, this is how I celebrate: He's a total tough guy, even with the Mickey Mouse stuffed animal.
That wife and soon to be kid of yours have really been making you shirk your responsibilities around here lately... just sayin'
Holy shit do I feel awful. I drank my weight in margaritas last night. What the fuck do I do. It keeps getting worse. I'm in my office and I just want to die.
I voted, but I didn't drink a beer. Because I'm at work. Didn't drink last weekend, as long as you don't count Thursday, which is the first time that's happened in as long as I can remember. I'll be making up for it this weekend with a bachelors party tonight and a graduation celebration for a friends girlfriend tomorrow night. If I can make it to Sunday without blowing half my paycheck, it will be a great success. Hair of the dog that bit you.
Plus, wouldn't your kid have been pissed off with having his birthday on cinco de mayo? He'd totally get gipped for presents. On the downside he'll be 20 years old and two days away from being legal and yet unable to properly celebrate cinco de mayo.
Cuz you know, HIspanics have such great taste in beer and everything... and are regularly quoted in the Spectator and shit. Then there's the fact that it bothers me what they think of what I drink. Oh... wait...
I don't know how I missed this back on the old board, I think I may have read the first page of the thread and stopped (if I remember correctly it was a thread on tipping) but what's the story of the whole "I'm a bartender, in the industry" thing? Assuming there is a back story other than the fact that someone said something that ridiculous?
What the fuck is wrong with that kid?! Is he part avian? That was funny but sad... Anyhow, went to my first court appearance Wednesday. The D.A. informs me that "you shouldn't drink and drive," referring to the big DUI on her paperwork. I wasn't is my reply. I tell her I am supposed to see my results from a blood test regarding my prescription meds, that is what all this shit is about. Oh, well, they haven't recieved it, so now I have to drive five and a half hours back up there in nine weeks. I informed her my lawyer would accompany me, as they were wasting my time and had no case. Yeah, I was fucking speeding, please penalize me for it. This other shit is reaching and I refuse to be responsible for something I did not do. AAARRRGGGGHHHH. In other news, the rest of my life is quite pleasant. It will be made even better after work when I have a fucking drink.
Just some random guy that said something dumb and, like the good little sheep we all are, piled on him and I'm pretty sure there was even a caption contest with a picture someone dragged up from somewhere. Basically he was like the gay bartender version of Milly.
That is must have been some smart Mexican, did you say he was the dishwasher? Mexicans like budlight.
Going to a buddy's graduation in 45 minutes. Then throwing a huge party at his house tonight with all of our mutual friends, complete with a bonfire. I will be plenty intoxicated and doing bong rips by approximately 7pm.
This is obviously the superior Mexican beer: I don't disagree with Nett very often, but when I do, I prefer to make it about beer preferences.