ThirstyDrunk wrote:I also got a smoking jacket made of flash paper.
Yeah, well I got two capes. Velvet, and velvet and satin. Dracula ain't got nothin' on me. But when can I wear them? It is 108 degrees in my little slum of Hell, and I'm not even sweating. Do you know why? It's because all the moisture in my body left a couple of weeks before. I did get a nice postcard from my sweat glands. They're vaca-ing down at Laguna. I sit here, covered in Creme de la Mer, but it isn't doing a bit of good.
eff Funyuns. But you know what is good? Old flour tortillas, fried and dusted with fine salt, cinnamon, and sugar. Dipped in the best house-made or Tostitos-type lumpy salsa. Thems some good kinda eating. See, you want to go for a sweet, but not too, dip.
Savage wrote:eff Funyuns. But you know what is good? Old flour tortillas, fried and dusted with fine salt, cinnamon, and sugar. Dipped in the best house-made or Tostitos-type lumpy salsa. Thems some good kinda eating. See, you want to go for a sweet, but not too, dip.
Sounds good but I am a tired, lazy mofo. Think I am even gonna pass on the queso and I got a bowl of that shit already made from last night.
Savage wrote:Old floor tortillas, fried and crusted with mine salt, cinnamon, and sugar. Dipped in the best mouse-made or Tortoise-type grumpy salsa. Thems some good kinda cheating. See, you want to go for a treat, but not too, dip.
it's 5:20 am and you've spent the last hour listening to music, while watching antenna tv for the first time in years laughing at the CBS anchors trying to be relevant in 2015.
hey, it was fucking hilarious to watch seeing the anchors come on when I switched over for shits and grins after my twilight zone dvd marathon. Watching some bimbo hold back the lack of soul in her face as she started the 4am CST (5am EST) national news on a slowly dying medium while trying to act like she's above all of us made me feel this happy giddy laughter. Sorry if there's any broadcasters out there in our ranks. Fun fact, I considered changing my major to journalism when I first went into college.
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" -Tom Waits
You forgot the boiling pot of water in the kitchen for half an hour. You were supposed to cook pasta for dinner...
Luckily my baking oven got a timer build in, charcoal pizza is no stranger to drunks they say.
