I can eat raw chicken out of a mud puddle, no problem. But detergent residue in a glass? That's a surefire recipe for bubble-gut mud-butt.

Just wait until The Iron Sheik testifies against Pres. Donald J. Camacho in our most sacred of thunderdomes.

I trust Facebook like I trust a Russian landmine.

ThirstyDrunk wrote: ↑

Mon Dec 02, 2019 9:08 pm

WYR... lose 12 years off of your life or be nine inches shorter?

Don't get me started, you sick Sid and Marty Krofft sniffin' fuck. Just last year, I donated nine inches to the American Foundation for Penis Poverty and the Poorly Endowed.

Tax deductible.

Fuck, man. You ain't losing it. You're fecund and exercising your brainspan. I gargle vodka toward the West Coast and your general direction.

Pigs in Zen

And another thing - I ain't so sure I like that asshole Sartre, either. That's the problem with French philosophers - I can't figure them out. (I don't think it's MY problem.) Hah, no. That's the French's problem. A true philosophy is only reached by one's own accords. And even then in it's perfect...

Lush City, my good man...

The boys and I had blend of the Cakes tonight (Wedding Cake x Ice Cream Cake x Divorce Cake x Cookie Cake... we all pitched in) and it made me think we need a strain of Congolese Cake called The Spiral Staircase.

CongoCake: Climb the tricromes!

Right on. Also thought you might appreciate a quick Sartrè is smartré take.

We always have options and the ability to create our own realities. For better, worse or otherwise.

Money falls from the skies like rain, For those who ask- And can't complain But it ain't the most important thang. Another day, another wooden nickel. On the bright side there's only one Monday a week. As Interfaith Minister of the church, I call upon all Drunkards to will their well wishes with the...

You're all good, Hugh.

But before we go and Copurnicunize the cosmos onto compost, let us start with a view of Occam's Razor.

Seriously. Maybe let us know you didn't OD or anything.

Sunday was a fine drinking day. It snowed all morning and most of the afternoon which left plenty of open stools at the local liquor well. Had a plate of Eggs Benedict and a couple of whiskeys while the bartender blasted her favorite 80s glam rock tunes. Came home, shoveled out, drank some cannabis ...

oettinger wrote: ↑

Sat Nov 30, 2019 6:48 pm

You in a desert,
gallon of water

or

bottle of your favorite hooch?

A gallon of water to keep me alive until I can crawl out of the desert and drink all your vodka.

A Starfleet grade device capable of instantaneous transportation to other realms.

What one takes into their lungs should be by joy, not by need. These are the words of a nicotinic lover. And freestyle, bonging afficianado.

But, of course, that's like my own opinion, man.