It's wine?
Damn it, an entire bottle of cheap Spanish red wine for a twenty-something five-foot-three chick who really doesn't drink much, and I'm still not insensibly drunk. What is this shit? :P
It's wine?
You're in college. A bottle of wine should be/is the start of the pre-drink.
...lovely. Slept fitfully for five hours, and I'm still waiting for some sort of retributive Death By Hangover. Dear body: fuck you.
Sorry, guys.
Graduate to hard liqour. Tequila shots are your friend. Your best friend in the whole world.
There's 3 holes in the wall in my living room and a broken ceiling fan that beg to differ (not all my fault!)
That means you should have been drinking gallons of water around the time you were typing. I find that keeping hydrated is the best way to hold those things off.
Drink water before you go to bed. Lots.
And if you were drinking tequila, double it.
I hope whiskey with water just kinda kills both birds.
I have a pack of amazing local coffee stout and I just fixed up my computer today after it was down for about a month.
Age old tradition of inebriated internet face shooting, here I come. For the evil minded amongst you, I am referring to drunk CSS or Bad Company 2.
Weeee!
A glass and a half of a cheap wine and I'm nicely buzzed. My college friends would be laughing at the light weight I am now, but their livers probably would disagree if they were still alive.
Bottle of good gin and of course we're out of tonic. Next best thing on hand, Martinelli's sparkling cider? Hey, it's better then nothing.
I don't get single-malt scotch. It tastes like creepy fruit and gives you a hangover like you've been freebasing Charlie Sheen. Granted, I've never purchased a single-malt that cost more than fifty dollars, but seriously people, how much money does it take to filter the isopropanol out of my ethanol?
WHAT IS UP MY PEOPLE.
Fifty should be ample to get a sample of Glenlivet, Glenfiddich or I think even Laphroaig.
If you don't get it by then, you don't get it. move on, try another one. I don't get bourbon, m'self, but I adore shochu and I loved the one taste of tsippouro I ever had, both of which apparently tastes like moonshine. ;)
Back on topic: have you ever looked, and I mean really *looked*, at your faucet, preferably the kitchen one? It's pretty amazing, really!
I'm not sure about faucets, but I'm sure many in this thead could provide detailed diagnostics for their toilet bowls.
Druuuuunk. Had 5 ling isnald iced tras and I feel fabulous. Yau! I live you alll.
Tee hee. I don't remember much from yesterday, but I was apparently coherent enough to type out such gems as:
"Woe am i drimolmkk, its amazing"
"Woew ak i gucked up hshahahahahha"
"I judu haf a hot gog hejejejrhehe"
"Kmg. I AM VO NA DO BLOWJOB. SJOT OMV"
"Hahajwhaha,U am do drbko hqhqahahhaah loew upu all"
Yeah...yeah...good times...
That shit is poetry.
My God, it's becoming self-aware.
Jack, Coke, and lime, I can get behind. Jack, root beer, and lime, not quite so much.
Founders porter tonight. One of my favorites, and extra exciting since they haven't had any in stock in town for about 4 months for some reason.
Dare I'n Drunked trhead. I've missed you and I"m' happy to be back. I had a good day and have drunken servearl bottles of Pinot Grigiot tonight. Climbed a mountain this moring and mead dinner for my gest dirl. Happy to be cack.
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loven yall, chur.
eith, gruuuggg
Mead dinner, huh? Are you a viking by any chance?
For his gest dirl, no less.