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My cousin does this thing where the drunker she gets, the posher she will talk. She has accused me of doing the same, but I always just laugh it off. But my BFF from New Hampshire just sent me a video of drunk me from ~5 years ago, and there I am, wearing a Señor Frog's sombrero and channelling my inner David Attenborough.
"Mexico is a fine country. I visited once as a young lad of but 18 years old, and I was in Mexico City, which was known to be something of a shithole - but despite that fact, I rather enjoyed myself."
Really? Who talks like that?!
I saw the video, it was really fantastic.
I forgot about this thread. I am skimming my bookmarks and I find it rather appropriate that I found this thread at this current time. So much breakfast has been consumed in the past hour or so.... So much breakfast.
Today I went to a little one day music festival and snuck in a box wine bladder by placing it beneath my testicles. Thankfully the wine stayed cold and didn't get pregnant. Also, drunk me falls in love with so many hippie chicks that it's ridiculous. I really need to get that under control.
Someone at Lolla snuck an entire bag of breakfast in. I asked how he did it. He said he just put it on his butt so it looked like he had a big butt... #lifegoalz
Today I went to a little one day music festival and snuck in a box wine bladder by placing it beneath my testicles. Thankfully the wine stayed cold and didn't get pregnant. Also, drunk me falls in love with so many hippie chicks that it's ridiculous. I really need to get that under control.
Someone at Lolla snuck an entire bag of BREAKFAST in.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Today I went to a little one day music festival and snuck in a box wine bladder by placing it beneath my testicles. Thankfully the wine stayed cold and didn't get pregnant. Also, drunk me falls in love with so many hippie chicks that it's ridiculous. I really need to get that under control.
Someone at Lolla snuck an entire bag of breakfast in. I asked how he did it. He said he just put it on his butt so it looked like he had a big butt... #lifegoalz
(old ass post response) you act like you've never seen someone do that before.......
Someone at Lolla snuck an entire bag of breakfast in. I asked how he did it. He said he just put it on his butt so it looked like he had a big butt... #lifegoalz
(old ass post response) you act like you've never seen someone do that before.......
But here, the guy snuck it in... Which, no offense, makes it slightly more impressive.....
You're still the master though. If someone could teach me how to sneak a bag of wine into ACL this year, I'd be forever grateful.... <3
I just want to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE that fact that bagged wine is now being referred to as "breakfast" by so many!! we can all thank a drunken/fucked up Porch for that one. THANKS BONNAROO!
I just want to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE that fact that bagged wine is now being referred to as "breakfast" by so many!! we can all thank a drunken/fucked up Porch for that one. THANKS BONNAROO!
Cap'n Mac has a cool Aussie slang name for box wine. What was it again?
I just want to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE that fact that bagged wine is now being referred to as "breakfast" by so many!! we can all thank a drunken/fucked up Porch for that one. THANKS BONNAROO!
Cap'n Mac has a cool Aussie slang name for box wine. What was it again?
GOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN! Ahh, how I love a nice goon sack.
Has anyone else gone a little too hard a little too fast at the airport bar then had a mini panic attack when you walk back out into the crowded terminal? Yeah I did that too.
Has anyone else gone a little too hard a little too fast at the airport bar then had a mini panic attack when you walk back out into the crowded terminal? Yeah I did that too.
damn it siggy! this is what happens when you don't have an adult!
Has anyone else gone a little too hard a little too fast at the airport bar then had a mini panic attack when you walk back out into the crowded terminal? Yeah I did that too.
damn it siggy! this is what happens when you don't have an adult!
I've written too much bullshit in this quick reply and then deleted it because who the fuck wants to read this? No one. Fuck, I did it again. I wrote a whole thing and then intentionally deleted it. I've done this nine times now. I'm not even that drunk, I just clearly have enough alcohol in me that I'm getting all self-analytical, yet enough self-awareness to know that no one except me would want to look at all of these non-contextual sentences and have any other response than, "Cool. This dude obviously just needed to rap some shit out to himself real quick."
Hmm. This was cathartic. I'm gonna go ahead and sleep and let my brain do what it needs to do so that I can work through the next blah blah blah.
yet enough self-awareness to know that no one except me would want to look at all of these non-contextual sentences and have any other response than, "Cool. This dude obviously just needed to rap some shit out to himself real quick."
Nooooooo. But I excitedly clicked on this thread specifically because I saw most recent post was from Decaanter
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Post by umphlovecincy on Sept 19, 2015 8:09:47 GMT -5
While I'm not currently drunk,I was really drunk last night with a few friends and we all had a big dance party to Jungle in the living room. Good times.
My ID badge shouldn't give me this much access. I'm just chilling on my bosses computer. I filled up two pints of beer for myself from the pop-up bar downstairs. I was walking away with one, then I asked the bartender as he was tearing the event down, "Uh, dude. Could I pour myself another one for the road?" Gotta love when "I don't give a shit" is the response to such questions. I turned all the lights off and put this woman's personal desk light on. I can't fucking wait for Derek (the security guard) to come ask me what I'm doing and see all of my work clothes and paperwork from earlier sprawled out, along with the two pints sitting next to me as well as the music that is playing, presumably way too loud. Time to answer some board member of the month questions while drinking these beers too fast. Get at me, people of the internet.
I guess I should clarify. When I say that all of my work clothes are strewn about, that doesn't mean that I'm going bare-ass on my boss's swivel chair right now. Simply that I changed at her desk earlier and left my clothes everywhere and now I'm wearing my real-life clothes. Damn. Now I wanna drop trou. I really hope Derek is sitting at the Concierge desk when I leave this building. I'm fixing for some strange conversations.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
There's probably some disconnects here.
As one cyclist to another, remember, you are on a bike and he has a big ass car. I get your need to tell him to fuck off, I have been there. But in the end, he can and would have no qualms about squashing you like a bug.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
There's probably some disconnects here.
As one cyclist to another, remember, you are on a bike and he has a big ass car. I get your need to tell him to fuck off, I have been there. But in the end, he can and would have no qualms about squashing you like a bug.
I imagine Nico as an agile spider monkey while on a bike. I think he could jump to the hood of the car if need be.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
There's probably some disconnects here.
As one cyclist to another, remember, you are on a bike and he has a big ass car. I get your need to tell him to fuck off, I have been there. But in the end, he can and would have no qualms about squashing you like a bug.
You're 100% right in the sense that I shouldn't get so angry at people who are in their car. That said, my response was essentially maybe a little too-dickish laughter, his was waiting for and then following me to my house in his car and circling my neighborhood. Also, Rothric, I can't even explain to you how complementary that comment was. I do still treat the streets of Minneapolis like a playground though, so whether I'm walking or biking, it always proves interesting. That said, the following post is yet another outrageously long post from me, since I'm apparently the only person who experiences weird shit, then drinks, then talks about it. Eh, that sounds bitter. I'm just happy this exists sometimes.