So who wants to go drinking tonight?

oh yeah, went to the pub, drank a pitcher, ate a sammitch, read some Pynchon, and caught a glimpse of some filipinawaitressboobies. odd beer that had me pretty buzzed after 3, then a 4th + 10 minutes sobered me up pretty well. innnnnnneresting.
 
:lol: ... sounds like my friendhsip with that chick from the Halloween party all of you liked ... word for word sometimes on the phone :lol:
 
Plzdatemekthx said:
oh yeah, went to the pub, drank a pitcher, ate a sammitch, read some Pynchon, and caught a glimpse of some filipinawaitressboobies. odd beer that had me pretty buzzed after 3, then a 4th + 10 minutes sobered me up pretty well. innnnnnneresting.

you go to the pub pretty early ...
 
lurch70 said:
:lol: ... sounds like my friendhsip with that chick from the Halloween party all of you liked ... word for word sometimes on the phone :lol:
well, this was stretched over a month long period with many other things said, but that was the gist. god damn wimmenz.
lurch70 said:
you go to the pub pretty early ...
haha yeah. i cruised out around 6 and it's just after 9pm. when i'm alone if i stick around too long i just get shithoused and can't find my way back through the parking lot to the car, let alone be able to pilot my way home successfully.
 
oh yeah, the fucking bitch said "i just wanted to see if you were on drugs." WTF!?!??! bitch i smoke pot twice a year what the fuck is wrong with you!?!?
 
sodsoimeonebmp the drnk thread for me me and mt stpesnster just eatveh family gy im drunk
 
Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the black rose
Play me the melodies i want to know
So i can teach my children, oh

Pray tell me the story of young Cuchulainn
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen
And how he'd fight and always won
And how they cried when he was fallen

Oh tell me the story of the queen of this land
And how her sons died at her own hand
And how fools obey commands
Oh tell me the legends of long ago

Where the mountains of mourne come down to the sea
Will she no come back to me
Will she no come back to me

Oh tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the black rose
Play me the melodies so i might know
So i can tell my children, oh

My roisin dubh is my one and only true love
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me
While William Butler waits
And Oscar, he's going Wilde

Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan?
Looking for a girl with green eyes
My dark rosaleen is my only colleen
That Georgie knows Best

But Van is the man
Starvation once again
Drinking whiskey in the jar-o
Synge's playboy of the western world

As Shaw, sean i was born and reared there
Where the mountains of mourne come down to the sea
Is such a long, long way from tipperary
 
En Vind Av Sorg said:
I think he said he was just slowing down on the drinking to the extreme so much thing, if I recall correctly.
True, and as long as I am able to compute I am obviously nowhere near the ole days' amounts