tomodon wrote:The Irish government are looking to bring in a minimum price for booze to stamp out cheap deals in supermarkets and stuff. WTF!
Bastards. Drunkards Unite!
Well, if the gov't prohibits, learn from prohibition. Get your hands on all the history of this great country's experiment with trying to keep hooch out of the hands of the hoochers.
I heard they grow potatoes in Ireland. I hear potatoes make great vodka. I see an underground industry.
This week's password is "lithgow". Say it to the man at the door at 44 Spring Street and bring cash.
Proverbs 31:6&7
"Pain is sometimes the price of laughter."-Oggar
CPE1704TKS
"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane"-Marcus Aurelius
And afterwords we can run amok! Or if you're too tired, we can walk amok.
It appears that my nose will never be the same, that I will be paying for my two front teeth for a long time, and that I live in a country that elects extremely stupid people to run the government. Also, some dirty old man keeps drinking up all the bourbon.
Girls are too complicated, one day you're prince charming and the next a beggar. Tired of that shit.
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
Mr. Viking wrote:some punks came round and drank all my booze last night while I was blacked out
1) Start hiding booze everywhere in your house (basement, cellar, toilet flush etc...).
2) Trick the punks with mousetraps in front of every bottle.
3) Suck on your fingers and drink: ultimately the drinking will make the pain disappear and the punks won't show up again anymore.
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
Mr. Viking wrote:some punks came round and drank all my booze last night while I was blacked out
1) Start hiding booze everywhere in your house (basement, cellar, toilet flush etc...).
2) Trick the punks with mousetraps in front of every bottle.
3) Suck on your fingers and drink: ultimately the drinking will make the pain disappear and the punks won't show up again anymore.
Just remembered I have a few bottles of wine in my wardrobe
"I spent all of my money on cars, women and booze, the rest of it I squandered" G. Best
Mr. Viking wrote:some punks came round and drank all my booze last night while I was blacked out
1) Start hiding booze everywhere in your house (basement, cellar, toilet flush etc...).
2) Trick the punks with mousetraps in front of every bottle.
3) Suck on your fingers and drink: ultimately the drinking will make the pain disappear and the punks won't show up again anymore.
Just remembered I have a few bottles of wine in my wardrobe
See, see, Fatalis can do that for you. Don't forget to vote for me next election. Wait, I'm a self-proclaimed emperor... Well, next time you and everyone stack in front of the castle, don't yell insults about my mother. Yep, that's it.
Now Fatalis wishes you a good night booze/sleep.
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
ThirstyDrunk wrote:I'm nervous and my socks are too loose.
My friend won't get a passport and come visit the (other) castles of France with me.
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
Mr. Viking wrote:some punks came round and drank all my booze last night while I was blacked out
1) Start hiding booze everywhere in your house (basement, cellar, toilet flush etc...).
2) Trick the punks with mousetraps in front of every bottle.
3) Suck on your fingers and drink: ultimately the drinking will make the pain disappear and the punks won't show up again anymore.
4) Kill them and wear their skins!
“Süßen witwe Mutter-Hosen — kommst du hier mit mein knackenpfeife schnell, oder Ich zeige Ihnen mein Zuhälter Hand!”
"I am going to pistol-whip the next person who says 'shenanigans' "
Mr. Viking wrote:some punks came round and drank all my booze last night while I was blacked out
1) Start hiding booze everywhere in your house (basement, cellar, toilet flush etc...).
2) Trick the punks with mousetraps in front of every bottle.
3) Suck on your fingers and drink: ultimately the drinking will make the pain disappear and the punks won't show up again anymore.
4) Kill them and wear their skins!
And number four, of course. Thanks, Mr FNZ.
Any interest in a Warlord of the Empire job?
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
ThirstyDrunk wrote:I'm nervous and my socks are too loose.
My friend won't get a passport and come visit the (other) castles of France with me.
Tell him the other castles are White Castles. That should do the trick.
Can't do it. They turned my beloved, sacred White Castle into an abominable Tim Horton's. I'd like to whine about that, maybe hold a vigil on the sidewalk and start stirring up anti-Canadian sentiments.
