I was working in a gas station when those little glowsticks were really popular, and ravers would buy when to carry around in their mouths. I always wondered how many they swallowed regularly. It would give me a laugh to "pop" them inside the package so when the raver kids bought them, they were alr...

They were rerunning Northern Exposure at 1am for a while, I used to catch it all the time. I'd be three sheets to the wind and trying to figure out if I should move to Alaska by the end of it every night.

Hell, I know a great oi band that does a hell of a cover of Born to Run.

Anybody who can write a line like "you ain't a beauty, but hey, you're alright" and make it sound like a worthwhile compliment is okay in my book.

It's a cooling core for ravers.

Man, you guys are lucky. Around here, you can drink in a bar from noon - midnight on most weekdays, from 10 am to 3:30 am on Fridays, from 10 am to midnight on Saturdays, and not at all on Sundays except from 4:15pm to 4:55 pm. But if it's a new moon, it all goes out the window and you can drink all...

Frankennietzsche wrote:Second shift in a library is one of the best places to work with a hangover, I've found.

Nice and quiet, I'd imagine. And you can sleep in the stacks.

Worst I ever got screwed by a chain was Hooters. For one, their wings fuckin suck. But it was when they brought out the $9 domestic pitcher with the cooling core ALREADY IN IT that we got up and got the hell out. Seeing a few tight tshirts just ain't worth it.

Hail hail, the gang's all here.

If you're worried about it, sign up for a new discount card. There's nothing to say you have to put your actual name or contact info on it. Personally, I like to use the name Jacob Best for shit like that.

Thanks! I've got a powerful thirst.

Skip the Dropkicks, catch the Street Dogs instead. The DKM's glory days are behind them. The one song I know I'll hear when I catch up with my friends tonight is Whiskey by the Lucky Scars. And look, there's a video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31iYFV1cSFA I'm the fat bastard with the black frame...

Well, I'm normally a beer man, but any port in a storm. Hey, pass one of those bottles this way.

Before I went to bed. I was eating a pickle, remembered, and drank it down.

3 day weekend coming up, and all bosses are gone next week. being as it's about 50 yards from my office to the gas station on the corner, I think I'll be taking a lot of brew strolls next week.

Somebody on here was talking about crazed Euro folks drinking pickle brine as a hangover cure. Well, after 16 or so beers last night, I remembered the advice and slugged back a half a bottle of the green stuff.

Today I feel like a fuckin champ. Clearly, this deserves more attention.