Drunk thread goes up early this week because I'm making a road trip tomorrow, and therefore will be unable to put it up then. Yep, a road trip. To friggin' Little Rock, Arkansas. To visit my older brother and his family. Ugh. If get up there and find out that I can't get into the state unless I adhere to the Official Arkansas State Dress Code of camo with car numbers and rebel flags and flames all over the place, I'mma be pissed. Oh well. At least I get to see my brother. Plus, I know yall are probably getting after it tonight anyway, so here you go!
40 lbs of wings? Check. Four cases of beer? Check NHL All Star Weekend. Check. Oh, wait. This is just for the draft tomorrow. Going to be such a sick weekend with the boys.
Yeehaw!! After my test and a couple briefs tomorrow, the ex comes over for a booty call, then I drink the rest of the night away!!
Where was this thread last night? I love my bartender, I really do, but I might have to break up with him. Recently I have become the beneficiary of the bottomless glass of wine. Until dawn. I think I inherited that glass because the last person who had possesion of it DIED. Of liver failure. It was amusing the first few times, but seriously, this has got to stop. I'm certainly not capable of putting my hand over the glass and saying no, picking my ass up off the bar stool and going home at a reasonable hour. I'm simply not mature enough and as my friend Johnny Bagpipes likes to say, "I'm Scottish and Irish. I like to drink, but I don't like to pay for it". I hope he doesn't take it hard, right before Valentines and all.
You and I need to meet up one day. I'll drink your bottomless wine all the way to the bottom. Fuck it. I'm getting drunk tomorrow* night and there is nothing anyone can do about it. *tonight.
Maybe it's the lack of daylight, maybe how painfully short my evenings seem, but it's been a rough week. And I finished off the last of the small bottle of scotch that I brought up with me so I'm finishing off the rest of this bottle of red wine.
Didn't really pay attention to anything except for the bolded part. Wine!? What kind!? Me too, by the way. Nothing makes a bad day better like merlot.
Tonight: Couple drinks with someone somewhere. Not exactly sure with who and where though. Tomorrow: 30th Birthday party for one of my best friends. Not the place to get drunk but it should be fun. Rest of the weekend: There's an Old Chicago beer tour to start and finish but beyond that there is no plans.
We need a membership drive. Chater, can I start handing out flyers that just read TiB theidiotboard.com, with the motto / catch phrase / slogan on the bottom? I figure if I drop a few at every bar, college, strip club and library I pass by, we can add a few more members. I mean 3,700 is not producing near enough posts in the boobie thread.
But why stop at merlot? Cabernets, Pinots, and Zins, Oh my! Tonight the girl and I are going to sit around my place, play a few games, and sip on some Glenkinchie. I don't know if I saw this on the booze thread, or where I found it, but som-ina-gum is it good stuff. The only bad thing is she likes scotch as much as I do, which means less for me and that's lame.
I've already started to drink for tonight. Ill be packing up the truck to go snowboarding. Going to be gone for the next 3 days.
GF finally found some work tonight, unfortunately it'll only be $20 babysitting my cousin's kids for two hours, but it's something. I will be using this time to drink and play video games, huzza!
It's sangiovese. One of those cheap bottles that uses a combination of blended leftover grapes / juice from different countries. Still pretty drinkable, though.
If Jesus turned water into wine, I wish he could come over here and turn snow into rum. After shoveling pretty much all damn day, I could really use some damn rum.
I'm watching Friday, haven't seen it in at least 5 years. It's funnier now. Well, I just want to share that I am going to the vag doc to get fisted by Freddy Krueger. Hopefully I don't have crotch rot cancer. hahaha, weed makes everything funnier.
Some of the best advice I've ever received: make sure your doctor has small hands. I suppose for men this only comes into play after you turn fifty, but still.
Even before the annual ass rapings it's nice to have a doctor who's hands make your dick look big by comparison.
Son, when you're at risk of having real problems with your junk, it's not about the size of their hands - it's about how warm the ultrasound gel is.