Hard ? Pssht. Ez Pz walk in the park all day long. I'll get that in my sleep!
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Hard ? Pssht. Ez Pz walk in the park all day long. I'll get that in my sleep!
I'll own this thread ez.
I'll make this thread my *****.
Pwn star, that you are.
Moar improbable women.
My buddy who's being deployed with the Navy in two days was in town. I made the mistake of drinking waaaaay to much. I've actually had to call in to work today.
Drunk dialing work? That rarely ends well.
I think I was still drunk when I called in too :/
There's not to many benefits with my dad being my boss, but that is one of them considering he is very liberal with his drinking too.
My throat actually hurts from throwing up so much.
At least you remember why your throat hurts.
There was a night in college where I went to bed while my roommate was out at a party. He showed up at some point, got into bed, and prompty horfed up a swimming pool of beer. Seven times!! He was so vigorous that I remember the sound of his hurlage hitting the wall. I paid attention just enough to be sure that he was still breathing once the horfing stopped, then I went to sleep. I sure as hell wasn't going to clean him up, and he was in no state to do anything useful, so it might as well wait till morning.
In the morning, I had forgotten about it (I was never truly awake until after a shower). Since he had drunk nothing but lite beer, it had all evaporated, leaving no particular mess. When I returned from the shower, he was awake and looking puzzled (and woozy). He asked me why his books were all wrinkled. That's when I remembered.
I wonder whether he re-sold all those seasoned textbooks?
As for me, aside from one incident in grad school that has no explanation, the last time I hurled...it was probably due to gluttony. It may also have been food poisoning, but gluttony seems more likely. I have never before, or since, been so full that I couldn't lie down because my abs put too much pressure on my stomach. As tired as I was, I had to remain seated for a couple hours before I could lie down. It was glorious!! I paid for it BIG time the next day, as I ended up going to the hospital, but for that day...it was glorious.
I should add that I had just been hiking for a month, during which time I had gotten enough to eat perhaps twice. I was so hungry I would have tried to eat an elephant. As it was....it was just glorious.
Yesterday I said, "No more...". Today I said, "ehh, I could go for a beer" at lunch.
Good thing, I'd be concerned if I didn't know why.Quote:
At least you remember why your throat hurts.
I went on a cruise with some friends where there was a fair amount of drinking. When I got up on the second morning, one of the gals I was sharing a cabin with had a rather prominent black eye. I commented on that and she gave me a puzzled look and went to look in the mirror. As it turns out, she had no idea how she got that, nor could anybody else explain it, either. A series of other things were discovered that morning, none of which jogged any memories.
Several of the people from that cruise, including that gal, went to see the Hangover together. Afterwards, we all agreed that the movie seemed kind of familiar.
Haha, that's hilarious.
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Oops, my fingers were on the wrong keys. That was supposed to read:
Livening up the post race, perhaps.
I had never been on a cruise before that one, and may never go on one again, but getting a bunch of friends on a three day tropical cruise can be pretty entertaining. The point of that cruise was a wedding, which happened before the ship left the dock. From that point until the end of the cruise, the bride and groom barely even saw each other...and the bride barely saw anything at all. She was complaining about the lack of food on the cruise until somebody pointed out that she had been sitting within ten feet of a 100 fool long buffet table covered in food. She had just been too drunk to turn her head, let alone make it to the table.
Much entertainment was had by all, and some of us even remember it.
In high school I hosted a Friday night "jungle juice" party (pure grain alcohol mixed with fruit punch) and of course there was one kid who overindulged and passed out on the floor. I had to break up the party before my dad got home at midnight, and finally managed to wake up the kid who passed out. I went out to warm up my car (middle of winter) and a few minutes later he staggered out for a ride home. "I think I just threw up on your carpet" he said.
"What do you mean you *think* you threw up?!!!" I went back inside to clean up the mess (we were eating pizza) hoping my dad wouldn't be early.
When I went inside there was a bit of a wet spot on the rug and my Irish Setter sitting nearby licking his lips. Problem solved...
Nasty.
When I was in college, I showed up at a frat house I was loosely associated with (they were put on double-secret probation and kicked off campus during my sophmore year....seriously, it was a hoot). Nobody was around, at first, then a bus showed up. It turns out that they had taken the pledges out on the town and were now back. One guy slipped on the steps of the bus and hit his nose on something. He was semi-conscious. His eyes were open, but nobody was home. Whether this had to do with hitting his nose is doubtful, as there were more likely causes. Still, the consensus was that he needed to be taken to the hospital. He was a fairly small guy, so a big football player, who happened to be shirtless, slung him over his shoulder and headed out into the rain on the lawn. I have no idea where he thought he was going, because there weren't any cars out there and people inside were having a hard time figuring out who even had a car, as well as whether anybody could drive. As they were deciding this, I went outside to try to get the football player back inside. He was too hammered to focus on much, and was basically walking in circles, in the icy fall rain, on the lawn, without a shirt, while carrying a semi-conscious guy on his shoulder. I was afraid that the pair would be hypothermic before a ride had been figured out. It wasn't easy getting him back in, though.
Ask not what your country can do for you. Jan 1961 John Fitzgerald Kennedy
I saw JFK once. He was in American Dad in heaven at Jesus' birthday party.
The post race is napping.
I like napping.
I also like snacking.
And occasionally rapping.
But never ever sapping.
I'd like to think I'm strapping too.
Or perhaps I'm just a bit koo koo.
On a serious more dire note... I just found out that my brother has gotten himself into a bit of trouble. And this, as a consequence, also has a possibility of affecting me, my wife, and my unborn boy.
I can't quite go into it, but to give you an example... I felt like my life was a role in a movie whenever I found out about it.
That's never a good thing.
It's like that old Chinese curse: May you live in interesting times.
To be honest, I'm very scared for my brother. I love him very much and it's just a very scary situation.
Hope he doesn't owe too much money....Quote:
Originally Posted by dday9
How in the hell did a 1,300 page post get past my radar?
...actually it's a thread, not a post.
1,300 pages? How many post per page do you have? Because I'm showing 2600 pages worth of post race!
You've never seen this thread before in all the time you were here ?