Showing posts with label drunk posts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunk posts. Show all posts

Saturday, February 2, 2008

I think I touched on this briefly last night but...


OMG!!!!!!!!


O. M. G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Mardi Fucking Gras.


I've seen people tongiht that I haven't seen in years and even when the going got rough (read: when all of my friends had called it quits so I was rolling dolo for the second night in a row...) the Mardi Gras got going. Besides Jordan, nobody can hang with me?!?!


Enjoy daybreak, it loves you as much as I do.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Ich bin ein Berliner

I have two gripes this evening (notice I used the right 2 so I'm obviosly not that bad off.) The first is with my so called "friends" who as soon as a few parades get cancelled decide that tommorow is just another work day... losers... who works on Fridays anyway? And the second is with the new Doorman at Ms. Mae's. A) Who the fuck do you think you are standing on that fucking stool showing off your trite tatoos? Lame! And B) for the record, I've been kicked out of Mae's more times than I can count, but tonight for the very first time, I got kicked out when I was still capable of counting. Seriously, homeboy needs to recognize that being a doorman at Mae's is half a step higher than being a fucking janitor. Douchebag. On my way out, without even a little comotion, I asked; Was it something I did? You're just a little too loud he says. Oh I'm sorry, cocktaster, was I singing the songs that I paid for on the jukebox with the vigor they diserve? Fucking Rear Admiral. You got to be fucking kidding me. See you tomorrow he says; I say (in my head) my asshole looks like this: * and I'm pretty sure you'd love to lick it.

Other than that it was a real good night, Balcony Bar, Rebirth at Howlin Wolf, good friends at Mae's, untill the douchesquad decided that I was monopolizing all the females in the bar with my REO Speedwagon renditions and needed to be tought a lesson. Are you fucking kidding me?Fucking toolbox.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

aT lEAST i wON mY tEASER PS, elp ROCKS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HARD.

Today the 0-8 rams came to New Orleans and won a football game. Let me count the ways in which that was not the most surprising result of the day (0 and fucking 8.)
Washington Redskins -3. Oops.
Oakland Raiders + 3.5, my bad.
New York Giants + 2.5 Yeah I should be brought out back and shot for this one.
Detriot Lions -1 How the fuck did I lose this one?
Colts -4 Welcome to my terrible 1-5 week GO BILLS!!!1!!

So, I got into something of a philosophical discussion today regarding homosexuality. My thoughts on the subject are pretty abdstract if my opinion is kind of concrete. I used to think that homosexuality was a mental disorder on the same par as, say for example social anxiety disorder. I’m pretty sure that everyone, to a certain extent, has “SAD.” I’ve heard arguments that everyone is to a certain extent bi-sexual. I’m pretty sure that I’ve, and I can’t speak for everyone but, never even thought about another man in a sexually arousing way. I mean, I like Johnny Depp just as much as the next GUY, but I’ve watched Bend it like Beckham more times than I’m willing to admit. My point, not that I'm very good at making those, is that I'm deeply distrustful of the homosexuals, because I suspect foul play. If that's not the case, and far be it from me to stand in the way of anyone's true love, than I would be the first person to congratulate a GAY, but in the meantime, I'm wondering what prescription could cure homeboy.
Did you know:
  • that the main girl from that movie (i.e. the Indian girl not K.K.) is on E.R. now?
  • That E.R. is the only prime time TV show I’ve ever watched with any regularity?
  • SNL ain’t so L anymore?
  • The analysts say oil will reach $120 a barrel in the next 12 months?
  • That’s good news to me?
But seriously, so I work for oil money, should I feel bad about that? I like Miles Davis just as much, if not more than you do. I actually enjoy paying taxes. No, but seriously, the higher the price of oil, the cooler projects I get to work on… Are you mad at me, because I will buy you a tank, as long as its not citgo or shell, fucking elitist pricks.

Everyone should see:
25th Hour
The Usual Suspects
The Last Waltz