If y'all want to invade Canada, BRING SOME BOURBON. we have a shit, overpriced selection and I want to know what all the fuss is about.

I got me a couple 750ml bottles of La Fin Du Monde for tonight. If that doesn't do the trick, I'll fall back on the rum and cider. Those high-octane Belgian brews are always the surest way to a beer-drunk for me. La Fin du Monde is a belgian style brew, but it's from Canada. Quebec, to be precise. ...

My head is pounding
Drank way too much yesterday
It was worth it though

What?

Damn, I need to drink more.

Hey I was fired last week too!

So now I only have two jobs. God damn.

You know what the trick is? LIE. lie to your employer like your life depended on it. If you tell the truth they fire you.

Man, if Chimay was the same price as PBR, I'd be drinking whiskey.

You....you....you what?

I mean....they were....wait...what??

Beer. Beer now. Must forget. beer. now.

well you're my fucking hero.

Any tips you'd like to give on that Dj stuff? Becaquse I have some shit I'd like to try on real people.

clean living optmists?? what the fuck is a clean living optimist? The only optimism I can think of is "sure, the world's gone to shit, but at least I have a twelver of PBR and a fifth of whiskey for the evening."

They must be crazy.

Holy fuck, that lady can speak french! Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien ni le bien qu`on m`a fait, ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien C`est payé, balayé, oublié, je me fous du passé If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you don't know sh...

Weren't you a tattoo artist a few posts ago?

Or maybe I'm just remembering things that weren't there. Actually, that's very possible.

I'm sorry, the last poster's name just drove me nuts.

Feels better now.

canadian forces=undrunkenness??

Haha, I don't think so. You've met the wrong people.

Anyway, the best of luck in your endeavours. Especially on the journalism part. I don't know where you are exactly, but the papers around here REALLY need some new, drunk, air.

Hey, it's all good. The closet's wide open, you just have to take a step. HA HA, I'm just fucking with you. Besides, my girl's friend is totally gay. And he's a hell of a drinker. So you just have to respect that. Bottom line is, nobody cares who you fuck. As long as you do it drunk. That's the best...

I met the Mrs. in the bowling alley. My step-dad owned the restaurant and we hired her on as a waitress (I was the dishwasher). First moment I saw her my 16 year old brain was imprinted. Must have been those '70's style jeans. 25 years next June. I have to say, congratulations. Nowadays, that's som...