Oh, fucking hell, yeah. I got some pear brandy in the back of the fridge. And I got... some pretty good French sugar wafers. Girly, I know, but alcohol nontheless. Pour you a shot?

Sure. It's been a while since I've been girly.

I got homemade wine if'n your interested.

Made from ... ?

grapes. is that bad?

Grapes good.

Cactus bad.

Trust me.

Well, me and a hockey team once had a right nice evening with a bottle of cactus juice, as I vaguely recall the sordid details.

Did I just get MetaMeTaMeChaCha'ed? Woah.

I think maybe we started drinking already, hence the spillage. But another can't hurt too much, can it?

*leaves offering of an assortment of fine California wines*

Cactus isn't so bad. Just don't let the coyotes talk you into doing things you'll regret.

"Grapes good.

Cactus bad.

Trust me." That holds true during sex too.

Did I just get MetaMeTaMeChaCha'ed? Woah.

Not you -- the shitters. Never you, loquacious.

Talking coyotes make me miss Johnny Cash. Sigh.

A toast to the Space Coyote in black *

.

Nice re- direct, mudpuppie.

My skin's too thin for this shitting stuff. It certainly wasn't your fault, loquacious, and was most unfortunate.

Anyway, yes, ".".

I've got about a gallon of really good homemade honey mead cut with about a cup of vodka, if anyone wants a cup or 3. No seriously, we made too much a year ago, and we've been trying to finish it off every since.

Hell, why not?

*hic*

I started without permission. Hope you don't mind.

Permission granted retroactively.

8. anything with vodka

Can I get some vodka with some vodka in it?

It's too bad that I can't easily make vodka icecubes, otherwise I'd order a double vodka with a shot of vodka on vodka rocks. Brrr!

loquacious, I'll drink to that.

*drinks to that*

How do you make vodka icecubes, and does it involve liquid nitrogen?

I am drunk.
Besdt friend just got her results. bery, very peased. 1st.
ahahahah you fuckers - shane - ian.. you're so wrong.

It really was a made for tv moment.
nothing but a steiner school education, a life of busking and a sick dog.
the world and the narrator thinking they are somehow better or smarter.
struggling to stay in the first year.
in the end, everyone was wrong.
throw hats in the air. Get Matt Damon on board.


god - i'm so drunk.

BEEN THERE. DONE THAT.

oh seanyboy
the pipes the pipes are calling
from bud to bed
out on a mountainside
but you'll be back
all sober and headthrobbing
oh seanyboy oh seanyboy
we text you so

*clink*

at 51 you better have been there, done that

Yeah, I was thinking liquid nitrogen, or even better, liquid helium.

I have a friend that worked at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and he used to have a 4 liter Dewer's flask.

Needless to say he and his JPL buddies used to "borrow" a fair amount of liquid nitrogen for party tricks.

Well, once as they were driving out of the secured parking area, just as they were approaching the guardpost the flask tipped over in the back of the car, immediately filling the car with white vapor. Not to mention oxygen-replacing nitrogen gas.

The only thing to do in that situation is to roll down the windows and stick your head out to keep from suffocating, huge clouds of vapor pouring out and everything.

Luckily the my friend knew the guard on duty, and the guard was pretty familiar with their assgrabbery by that point. He said "I really, really don't want to know. I don't want to fill out the damn paperwork. I don't want to ask any questions. So, please, just keep driving and get the fuck out of here before anyone important sees you." And they did.

He doesn't work there anymore, but it wasn't due to his assgrabbery.

Hell, once he even had to hack into his own computer in his office, from his home unix server, logged into that computer from a remote location, with a man-in-the-middle attack launched from the home unix box. Of course, JPL takes their computer security very, very seriously. The intrusion and spoofing was detected. He had to simultaneously drive home to his folks house at highly illegal speeds to his personal Unix box and make a number of frenetic phone calls to keep the feds from busting down the door of his parent's house, where the personal Unix box was physically located at. And yet he still wasn't fired. Yeah, he's a smart cookie, but ill suited for government work.

I would love to get drunk, but I have to go to work soon, so that is probably not a good idea. Not because going to work drunk would be a bad idea, but driving to work drunk would be.

Get a bike. Biking really drunk is really fun. It hurts less when you fall over or run into fire hydrants.

*have seen enough people just fall right over*
actually i know someone paralyzed waist down from just falling over on a bike

he was sober
but you're all driving me to drink
enablers!
*debates inproductivity*

ahhh, good to have somene to blame...hic...

I'll drink to that!

*drinks to that*

The guy I have a crush on is out with another girl, and stopped here to help me with a broken window with her in tow.

I need many, many drinks.

Oh, damn, kellydamnit.

the guy i don't have a crush on keeps calling me his girlfriend to my old professors
does that help?

Heh, I shouldn't even be thinking about guys yet. I haven't even been separated for three weeks yet. So I suspect it's for the best.
Still sucks, though. (beer #3)

Drink! Drink! Drink!
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree!

Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly soon into mine!
May those lips that are red and sweet,
Tonight with joy my own lips meet!

*breaks out dusty bottle of Grapefruit Grolsch*

Ain't no shouldn't in this case, kellydamnit. It is what it is.

yeah. I think it's a sign of how messed up I am that he admitted cheating on every girlfriend he's ever had, and I still want him.

Gah. Aren't we a bunch of gluttons for punishment, eh?