It’s boosefest, hic…
bubbles come out of Golva’s nose
I’mma goin to envoy myelf talking pink elephant.
hic… hic.
It’s boosefest, hic…
bubbles come out of Golva’s nose
I’mma goin to envoy myelf talking pink elephant.
hic… hic.
Fun (if useless) Fact: One of the anagrams of “Presbyterians” is “Britney Spears.”
Or is it a sign of a conspiracy by a secret cabal of presbyterians to to control Britney Spears
I have seen a Session in action, and I have grave doubts that a secret cabal of Presbyterians can agree on any course of action, much less controlling Britney, which I’m not sure is even possible.
the spears of britney which to slay thy foes.
Wow. The wonders of supercomputers at work!
Alan Turing would weep to see some of our Stupid Computer Tricks … then again, he might have gotten a kick out of it. It’s a shame that we’ll never know.
Just don’t try to eat it
I got a confession to make. This tequila is tasting pretty good I see naked waggles in my future.
i’ll grab the camera.
so i can prove you wrong
when i first turned 21, my graduation to a man drink was tequila.
Never forget the taste
i really like the taste.
its not bad, i wont disagree.
im not one for sweet alcoholic drinks, i prefer it to have a strong taste.
tho i hate beer because it tastes like after i drank too much…
my preferred drink. draenei tears.
with vodka
vodka is yucky.
My first foray I to drinking was a $20 bet when I was 13 to drink a gallon of beer (it was in a milk jug because my parents had a weekend party with a keg and they were saving the beer).
When I (barely) woke up the next morning, my mother made me do chores with a hangover. I learned this was to teach me not to drink.
I never win the $20 and to this day I rarely drink.
Well played, Mom.
i just watch my brothers get drunk.
best live entertainment i can get as a kid.
i also used the time to bond with one of my brothers.
an we have a respectable brother bond since then.
Got drunk at 19 on a trip to Montreal (so it was legal)
Got buzzed off beer at Applebees. Then went to clubs and did jagermaesters and vodka.
Then went to the hotel to vomit in a trash can
And road the bus home sick as a dog.
Never got drunk since. Well . . . I’ve gotten to the “I can’t feel my face” stage I guess, but not that drunk. I usually stop when it gets that far.
You’re not supposed to drink it straight.
I prefer mine in a Bloody Mary or a Martini. A Cape Cod isn’t bad in the summer, either.