Beau's Lugtread Lagered Ale Fits nicely in with the Creemore Springs crowd: golden, crisp, and while it doesn't take like a whole hell of a lot, what is there, is good. My opinion will be significantly improved at the bottom of my 750 mL bottle.
I think the story could go in far more interesting directions if he randomly ran into Brooke. But I'm a creepy perv, so what do I know?
As long as the person isn't dead, it is semi-realistic... So write about your drunk Dad meeting Charles Manson, or Sir Paul McCartney, or (I THINK THIS IS THE WINNER) Muhammad Ali. That would be a short poem. How long does it have to be?
You saying Hulk is a bottom?? He said the story has to be somewhat believable. Hulk's too awesome to even be a power bottom.
Maybe my dad lays the pipe on Brooke and then Hulkamania finds out, and they duel. Of course Hulk wins, my Dad dies, and now I'm on an eternal mission to avenge my father's murder. My name is Sam N, you killed my father, now prepare to die!
Dear Manufacturers of Non-Steroidal Anti-Inflammatory drugs: Stop it. You know what I'm talking about. The advertising campaigns that feed on people's stupidity. "I block your pain RIGHT AT THE SITE!" Well of course you do. COX-2 is an inducible enzyme not present where there is no inflammation, and you act on peripheral nociceptors. Neither of these have anything in particular to do with how effectively you block pain. Now, if you were to make the claim that your anti-inflammatory power were superior to another NSAID, or made you a superior analgesic to acetaminophen, that would be a different issue on which I would be happy to engage. Secondly, and this is for you, Aleve; stop comparing yourself to Tylenol based on how few pills you have to take. "Lasts up to 8 hours! Take fewer pills!" Well, I guess if you do your math selectively and ignore the 650 mg SR formulation of acetaminophen designed specifically for arthritis relief - with the easy to open cap - then yes, you might take fewer pills of regular strength aleve compared to regular strength Tylenol. I don't give a fuck. You're confusing people by conflating two completely different drugs and pissing off health care practitioners who have to answer questions like "So, Aleve is just like Tylenol, but I take fewer pills, right?" In summary: fuck you and your blatant disregard for scientific discourse and cynical manipulation of the ignorance of your target audience. Sincerely G. Astronaut, Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Orange
Hahaha, nice. Then when Neville gets mad, I could just say, "Hey man, I'm just tellin' it like it is." No class tomorrow, we just turn everything in online. Due by the end of the night tonight.
Just got a 1.5 of Skyy for $30. Yes, I know Skyy is douchy, but for that price you just can't say no. Pounding Coors Light and watching America's Funniest Home Videos before I start drinking the vodka neat. Tomorrow is a Spurs charity event with an open bar and my fiance is going to DD. Followed by football Sunday. My liver is starting to tremble.
Dad got wasted and wanted to cheat He went to the clubs to accomplish this feat He hunted and prowled and fished and looked Until he found his goddess, named Brooke They fucked till all hours of night Then passed out in orgasmic delight But he didn't know that she was a tramp Who lived with her father, the heavyweight champ When Hulk came home, he got super mad And proceeded to whoop the ass of my dad After a fury of clotheslines, suflexes and repeated leg drops The fight naturally ended, when my father's heart stopped Brooke and her dad had a loving embrace But when I heard the news, I got red in the face I vowed right there to put an end to the Hulk So I prepared for years, until my muscles had bulked When I finally got my shot, I didn't let the opportunity pass I punched him in the face, and shoved a brush up his ass He yelled "I'm sorry for killing your dad, I take it all back!!" I said "Too late for apologies, never fuck with ballsack." You're welcome. Now start drinking.
The fucking commercials for the Winter Olympics are reaching. Fucking ice dancer couples talking about how they are at the top of their game and ready to compete. You fucking dance around on ice. No one cares. And speed skaters going around in circles, how exciting.
I'm having the same dilemma. My friends are heading out to some bar that I hear is fun, but I have a wonderful glass of single malt sitting in front of me, and some great music playing. Choices!
Short track speed skating is considerably more fun: a dozen people zipping around the ice at close quarters with immensely sharp blades sticking out of their feet. Falls and crashes are a given. You might say it's like NASCAR on ice, but like me, it only lasts about five minutes.