So, plans tonight were to stay in and watch a movie a coworker lent me. Decided to go watch hockey game at friends instead. Decided to be disciplined and only brought water, no beer. Well, they smoked me up. That was to be expected, I guess, but then I was going to go home and sleep. But no, I get a phone call and I get dragged out to the bar/club, which I agree to only because my cover and first three drinks (ie. only drinks) were to be taken care of. Well, eight or nine free drinks and food before and after and several hours later, I'm now finally at home wondering how this sort of thing happens. Why I am mentally and physically incapable of spending a quiet night at home? And why did that cute blonde approach me and hit on me when it later seemed as though she had a boyfriend? Must visit her work and find out... Actually, the whole night was a good thing as, though I've partied well lately, I haven't done much with this whole being single thing and I really should get on that before I find myself in a relationship again. Or not.
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#2301
Posted 05 June 2007 - 9:01 AM
#2302 Sethful
Posted 05 June 2007 - 9:34 AM
Dark... that sounds like a helluva night! Quiet nights are nice, but nights with friends are better (especially when the drinks are free!)
And isn't that how it always happens? When you least expect it, you get broadsided and then end up half intoxicated and wondering how you got into the situation!?
AFRO -- Check out a movie called "Waking Life." It is animation over human actors... strange, but very, very good. Premise of the film is a kid is sleeping, having lucid dreams... and keeps waking up in different lucide dreams. pretty darn cool!
#2303
Posted 05 June 2007 - 10:17 AM
jeanie - u gotta do acid. almost everyone i strongly felt should try acid, and were scared they'r so crazy anyway, they'd definitely go nuts on sid, had a blast like they could have never imagined. U for one, are gonna have an intensely beautiful experience.
Old chinese saying - acid come to u when acid want. no point chasing it.
#2305 irishfan
Posted 05 June 2007 - 11:48 AM
more random buzzed irish photos
uffie gig
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friend power dropping his pint
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hawt
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#2308
Posted 06 June 2007 - 3:12 PM
I like to buzz post!
Red Wine is the shizzle Me Nizzle!
I went to the alcohol shop before and Do it again is Triple J most requested for the night...I just realised how better this song is in you car....bop ya head yo bitches.
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I love Firefox and their new spell check feature especially when your buzzed and trying real hard to type with one hand...
This board is all love
#2314 makeskidskill
Posted 06 June 2007 - 9:28 PM
Ok, get some fresh mint, some sugar, some limes, some rum (white rum or Cachaca (Pitu is the best Cachaca) only) and some soda water and a pint glass (I make big mojitos).
take a handful of the mint leaves, like 7 or 8 good sized ones, drop them in the glass. Squeeze in the juice of 2 limes and about 2 teaspoons of sugar.
Now you need to get a muddler, or the handle of thick wooden spoon. Mash the mint leaves, suger and lime together for about a minute. fill glass with ice.
Pour in 2 or 3 shots of rum then fill the glass with soda water. Give it a quick stir, voila! Mojito!
Do not use premade mojito mixes, they taste like ass
#2317 makeskidskill
Posted 07 June 2007 - 5:15 PM
Words of Advice from Dan Savage:
Q. I'm a single straight guy who really enjoys performing oral sex on women. A few years ago, I experimented with coke and Ecstasy. The combo made me incredibly horny, but I couldn't get an erection—so I gave girls head for hours and loved every second. Now, I find myself seeking out escorts. I pay them to lie back and let me eat. It's even better if the girl is nonchalant about it—sending text messages, doing my blow, and drinking champagne while I eat. I lose control and bury my face in muff for hours. Why does this turn me on? How do I stop? —WORRIED OVER ORAL FIXATION
A. I scoured the Partnership for a Drug-Free America's website, WOOF, but cunnilingus isn't listed as one of the possible side effects of mixing coke and Ecstasy. Still, I'm relieved my blow-and-roll days are behind me—I wouldn't want to wake up from a drug-induced blackout with my face buried in muff.
While the side effects you've experienced haven't made PDFA's website, I'm nevertheless required to say that Drugs Are Bad. Some, in fact, are badder than others. According to American Scientist, the dangers posed by various recreational drugs are best measured by the ratio of effective dose to lethal dose. (Effective doses get you high; lethal doses kill you dead.) Two of the most toxic recreational drugs out there—heroin and GHB—are lethal at five and eight times their effective doses, respectively. The cocaine and Ecstasy you're using are slightly less dangerous, WOOF, with lethal doses 15 and 16 times their effective doses, respectively. But the deadliest drug you're abusing is champagne. A lethal dose of alcohol is just 10 times its effective dose. So in the interest of the health and safety of the escorts you're eating out, I urge you to pour out the champagne and set out more blow. As to your questions . . . Why does this turn you on? Because it does. How do you stop? You stop.
Q. I am 33 and my sister is 40. We are only half brother and half sister, as we have different fathers. A week ago, my sister was massaging my back. Then she started rubbing her hands over my chest from behind. I thought, "Um, okay, no big deal." Then she started giving me little kisses on my neck. Then she kissed me on the mouth. No big deal, right? Brothers and sisters sometimes do that. But THIS time she French-kissed me. Growing up, I heard, "Your sister is hot, blah, blah, blah," from my friends. But I never looked at my sister that way. After we kissed, she pulled back and said, "This isn't right. We're not in fuckin' Kentucky." I've talked to her a few times on the phone since that night. She keeps bringing up what happened and saying it's not right. I told her I agreed, it wasn't right. But I liked it, Dan. Am I some sick fuck? Are we both sick fucks? I have no idea if anything will happen again. But I know my sister. A bit of her history: married and divorced three times, three kids, all raised by their fathers. She's also an alcoholic—could that have something to do with this? —FUCKED RIGHT UP IN THE SOUTHWEST
A. Alcohol: deadlier than cocaine and Ecstasy—and mescaline, roofies, peyote, and pot (which has no lethal dose)—and it'll make your half sister stick her tongue in your mouth. Eesh. OK, FRUITS, the reason your sister keeps calling to say, "It's not right," is because she's waiting for you to say, "I know it ain't right, Sis, but let's do it anyway." She wants you and she's using reverse seduce-ology to get you. ("Eww! Gross!" "Yeah, gross!" "Yeah . . . pretty gross." "But kind of hot for something so gross, huh?" "Yeah . . . do you wanna try it? I mean, just to see how gross it is?") If it were possible for you to have sex with the half of your half sister that you aren't related to—the back half, maybe, or the top half—you might get my unambiguous, if slightly nauseated, blessing. But as that's not possible, FRUITS, I'm going to urge you to deflect your sister's clumsy attempts at reverse seduce-ology—and for you to encourage her to smoke pot instead.