all good here btw. Slight buzz, nap soon, no worries. No drama, sorry.
all good here btw. Slight buzz, nap soon, no worries. No drama, sorry.
Just use the rubbing alcohol in the medicine cabinet. Some fancy tonic water should take the edge off it.
Time to check the property for mortally wounded fauna.
In with the 9.
I'm on it.
sounds like it's time to invest in a self driving car for the next time you're in this situation. That or a riding lawn mower......
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Dunkin’ Donuts Worker Dances With Customer Who Has Autism
“When you see something that is not right, not just, not fair, you have a moral obligation to say something. To do something." Rep. John Lewis
Kindness is a bridge between all people
Dunkin’ Donuts Worker Dances With Customer Who Has Autism
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
ice is probably napping at this point but that old red wine could be turned into kalimotxo with some Coke. Authentic plastic mixing bag optional.
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ETA: re your conundrum: do they have Uber eats in your area? I can order booze straight to my lazy asses' front porch without lifting more than a damned index finger. It's liberating.
Cynar, mmmm... old industry bar my buddy owned was known for offering only chilled shots of that. Good in a cocktail, questionable on it's own, chilled, and consumed 8 at a time in 2oz shots.
I still call it The Jake.
Good question. Back in the day, before we wised up, we would have one person in charge of everything for the hut trip, and just rotate that person. So the organizer bought a metric shitton of every alcohol under the sun, and we all unhappily lugged it all up to the hut. And we did our damnedest to drink it all, until we got to the dregs. Peaches and Cream.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
I think we're getting off in the weeds here people.
I still call it The Jake.
Ok, I'm back on my feet. What did I miss?
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