So, the other night, I got pretty damn drunk. I found this picture on
my camera today. I was told that I took it. I'm not entirely sure why
people posed for it, but I aint complaining.
Just how sexy do I get when I'm drunk? I don't know. All I know is
that I woke up the next morning with my first hangover. I can have a
hole shitload of alcohol and not get drunk, but I had 8 shots in 20
minutes (4 in 20 seconds) and hence, was not feeling pretty (oh so
pretty).
It's late, so I'm heading to bed soon. Will talk to you all soon.
Cheers
11 comments:
Judging by how you are when you're sober, you certainly cannot be any less sexy when you're drunk.
spitefully yours,
Dan
I cannot believe you two...honnnnnnnnestly. Then again, I'd trust your judgements about as far as I can throw either one of you...
...depends on the size of catapult...
As for you, Paul. Try liquid cocaine shots sometime. A guy in my class, Brandon, says that they are in the big time fun area of drunken stupidity
And now Stacie becomes the drug expert and Matt agrees with me, without threat of total mutual annihilation with nuclear arms...
... I think it's time to prepare for the apocalypse, or at the very least, the creation of some sort of evil, man eating pie.
It depends on the kind of pie.
Chocolate is good at least...kind of ironic for me...death by chocolate.
In terms of apocalypse, I thought we had that covered already, Dan. We just need two more horse people :-P
My recipe for a Liquid Cocaine shot is
1/2 oz Bacardi® 151 rum
1/2 oz Goldschlager® cinnamon schnapps
1/2 oz Jagermeister® herbal liqueur
51% (102 proof)
Serve in: Shot Glass.
Pour ingredients as listed above into a large shot glass and shoot.
Have fun
So very much boo-tay. Indeed.
And I shall be the master of this man-eating pie. I shall call it...Pie Lord. He shall be defeated only by the four horsemen (including Stacie and Dan, as she already pointed out), who will defeat him with a series of fanciful forks and tasty toppings.
Fanciful meaning with enormous decorations and super-powers. Think of a silver fork, as long and thick as your forearm, covered with inch-deep engravings, large jewels, and the ability to turn invisible or magenta on a whim.
If you order the "Persian" themed fork, it comes covered in tassels.
Also, you might find this humorous. http://rumandmonkey.com/articles/291/
However, the great pie will not be defeated by fork alone, for on the thirteenth day after its defeat by the fork-bearers, it will rise again. It will be in its dreadful a la mode form and its unholy ice cream will render it invulnerable.
Yea, and the great fork will be shattered upon the insurmountable fortress that is the pie, and the lactose intolerant will flee before wrath of its ice-creamy might, and mankind will watch the eastern sky for the coming of the hero who will hold together both fork and spoon to create the almighty spork.
And the spork wielder will cast down the horrible pie once and for all, and will spread its bounty across the earth and mankind shall rejoice at its deliciousness.
--as was written in the pastrious codex
No, they haven't come to pass yet.
Don't you know anything about prophesy?
I would like to know how you guys got from Pauls sexiness (or lack of)due to excessive drinking to Lactose intolerant sacred enzyme eating horsemen who ward off man eating pies using jewel engraved super powerd forks? This may need professional evaluation.
Paul - you have strange friends!!!
You already knew I was strange.
Seriously, I hang out with Matt.
But wait, isn't that one of those "which came first, the chicken or the egg?" things?
Ahh... the mysteries of the universe, or as Paul calls it the univarse (I apologize for my terrible 8BT reference)
Also, My prophecies are gold, I can't help it if Matt makes crappy prophecies.
Yeah, but cake always seems to represent something that's joyous and sweet. I just can't really believe in an evil cake. Pie just seems to have a much more devious side to it. Cake comes out for birthdays and the like, while pie just kind of comes along whenever it wants, like the plague.
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