ThurstonDrunk wrote:The very best thing to do in this circumstance is to get extremely inebriated each and every night for as long as you can.
Then the mornings will feel normal every day. Simple.
Do it
Words of wisdom right there.
<@Riddeford> lying on the ground laughing then going to get drunk on a pier. isn't what was fabric was born to do?
<apE> if theyd spend half as much time drinking as they do bitching, itd all be good
<@Fabric> Pint: why do I feel like shit?
<%pint> Fabric: people
<@fiyah> you're unemployed and drunk, you have no standards
people really dont seem to be posting on here when they are hella angry pissed etc. When I chug whiskey sometimes I become hella enraged angry etc, and things of that nature, blatantly.
Georgeson wrote:people really dont seem to be posting on here when they are hella angry pissed etc. When I chug whiskey sometimes I become hella enraged angry etc, and things of that nature, blatantly.
So you're blaming the whiskey for your assholeness?
Georgeson wrote:people really dont seem to be posting on here when they are hella angry pissed etc. When I chug whiskey sometimes I become hella enraged angry etc, and things of that nature, blatantly.
I am in full support of angry posts. Angry drunken posts make for good hungover reading friends. Speaking of which, I am halfway through a Wiser's bottle. Not angry though, getting pretty happy actually.
Hangover should be called liver (or brain) fever as in muscle fever.
Same treatment applies.
However, I think, those phrases are already used for some other weird shit.
...and I do not care. In fact, part of me wants it that way.
Today, the monkey does not listen when the world says tomorrow will be a busy day. The monkey knows only of the beer in the fridge and the Evan in the bottle, and how it would be so RIGHT to turn up the stereo up to Bleed and have the neighbors bitch about the noise I'm making for a change. I'm cool with this.
I'm sure the monkey can explain everything to the cops when they come. In the meantime, I'm going to have another beer and turn the stereo up.
In the same situation. Busy week, but fuck it. If I can't enjoy myself, why live? Listening to Stevie Ray Vaughn and drinking beer and whiskey. Rock on monkey, rock on.