Is It Friday? Drink Posting Meeting Place.

I never thought I'd say this, but I might have ODed on internet. I'm using like 10 different web services for work, and that's just too many.

Anyway, do your thing people.

 

Finally a thread I can get behind!

Nothing is better than a Friday when your boss is out of office, and the booze shipment arrived for the beer cart.

 

So jägerette decided that she wants to have anal sex on our trip to Greece because that is "where they invented anal sex and gayness"

 

How appropriate in the land of olive oil.

The vagina thread got me thinking about BBC's Embarrassing Bodies. So here's a man with tits:

 

You people bragging about your "work" and your "anal sex" and here I sit stranded inside of my house due to snow and out of wine.


Sigh.....

 

I got some pics from my girlfriend's parents in Olathe yesterday. It's starting to look like Minneapolis.

 

I mean you definitely beat us work people. I'd kill for a snowday. My apartment/house has been and will always be HQ for me. It is the most comfortable place I know.

Oh just for laughs, I slipped and halfway fell my ass this morning on some ice underneath the snow. I saw it snowed a few inches, but fuck that I'm Parker! I'm not going to wear boots and still wear my Kenneth Cole loafers with absolutely NO tread. The day can only get better I say.

 

I am on the brink of being incredibly girly and reading far too much into a situation involving one of the boyfriend's buddies. UGH. Must be more logical, must not think that he knocked up the herpes whore or is going to propose or something retarded like that.

 

Sometimes proposing is the right move. It buys you some time to think of a way out of there.

 

I live in Olathe (for the next month ... then am escaping from the suburbs!) and my street still hasn't been plowed. I've got plans tonight. I am starting to get pissed.

 

...Prone to exaggerating a few inches?

 

We got a fair amount of sleet last night, with a light coating of snow, so I was able to get out and tend to the farm critters. If we get some rain this afternoon, or if it stays warm enough the roads don't freeze, I'm going to go chill with my best-friend/girlfriend; watch Repo! The Genetic Opera and kill a bottle of wine.

Or more likely I'll end up consoling her since she just called crying. The quacks at the veterinarian she uses just killed her cat while trying to neuter it. Fuck.

 

Bitch please, I haven't seen my lawn in three months due to all the snow.

 

Today is apparently National Margarita Day. Certainly seems like a good excuse to pick up some Espolon and fire up the blender.

 

Cactus League games start today, the natives are restless and the women aren't wearing much.
Spring training is the best time of the year.

 

I don't care about my lawn, I would just like to see the street.

 

We just ran up Telegraph Pass for PT today. It's a six mile run, (Three miles up, three miles down) and it has some steep portions. Pretty much everyone was making Band of Brothers jokes the whole time.

I laughed at a lance corporal who said, "Well, it should be easy! It's just 500 feet in elevation." I don't think he realized that the first mile and a half is on completely flat ground; it then drops down about a hundred feet and then goes up 600 feet in less than a mile. He was very, very unhappy while going up.

Running back to the parking lot, I smiled at a couple cute college girls... and tripped and ate shit in front of them. They laughed their asses off, and so did I after I recovered my wounded pride. Graceful is my middle name.

 

I don't understand "fan fiction" at all, but this makes me laugh. There's one called Jesus Goes To Hogwarts.

 

Best. Euphemism. Ever.