C(z)heck yerself.

Looks like that was sum
-o reunion you had.

Yep, very nice one. Next one scheduled fer May.

Random monthly.

Went out for a quick drink after work.
Stayed for more than I can count.

Damn those blonde tatooed girls and their piercings.

Poor simpleminded creature.

It's the sparkle.

It's the wish
for a loving
relationship.

And a blowjob out back.

How correct you are.

At this point I REALLY wish I had some good absinthe. It's my day off.

So far a bottle of Argyle Pinot Noir (I love Oregon P.N.'s), some fillet mignon, and a bomber of a local 10% beer.

During all that I watched "the Condemned" starring stone cold Steve Austin... and it wasn't that bad. Honestly.

Did I mention that I really wished I had some good absinthe?
It's not worth stretching up to my top shelf to reach the 3oz of lucid I have left.

Funny, bomber always meant something different around here.

Me thinks if he has no Good Absinthe, then he really is stupid dumb dinky.

word

Thinking lucid is good absinthe is worse than not having any absinthe.

A lack of good absinthe can be remedied.

A lack of sense is beyond rectification.

I cried because I had not shoes until I met people who had no taste.

Have you ever tried Girardet's Baco Noir?

Gaurdtits
Black
Bacon?

Doesn't sound tasty.

Goes
Grate with
Prok

Xit.
Shoulda known.

Ever taste absinthe that put preban in... perspective?

Sure...

me neither.

Green water of strife.

I thought Hiraam's dial-a-deal was pretty much better than any pre-ban absinthe I never tasted.

???

Ha!





In the home stretch of liver cleansing goodness.
Kill me now.
Because the DT's aren't doing it.
Apparently I need to drink more.

I had a few beers and a glass of wine at work, after work.

Then a couple glasses of Bogle Petite Syrah at home. It's nothing special, but it works.

Whist watching the "spidershit chronicles" I popped a guinness or two (along with some Oban).

It's 2am and I'm debating popping the cork on more wine... or bed.
Wanna take bets on the outcome?

Put a cork in
yer winin'.

Best wishes for your liver, Abby.

And for yours, Peeps.

You picked up a trucker named Jason at your local bar.

What do I win?

a crotch punch!

A glass of some licoricy xit.

Made a shitload of $$$ last night, so I indulged with some pricey french shit tonight...
a bottle of Chatty Pappy, Wild Horse Merlot, and 4 of a 6er of Elephant.

I got a lousy xitjob but as I only do it 4 days a week, this is my Friday. Started off with sum Hellbitch and am now continuing a taste inventory of vertes in my cabinet (triple tested for scientific purposes). I'm predicting a xort night but the day has taken definite a turn for the better.

Kubler.

Hadda try it.

Eech.

But cheap.

Comparatively cheap.

Liver cleanse pills gone.
Wagon ride over.

It's dangerous for me to be too sober too long.
When I fall off the wagon, turns out it's dangerous.
Accidentally knocked out some teeth.
Not mine, but still...

All the men in Vegas are happy to get another chance at winning a GIT-R-DONE shirt for taking you home from the bar.

Larry the Cable Guy?
Really?
I'm disappointed.

I think you can do better.
I expect more.

You say that to all the guys.

And their fathers.

I don't know the first thing about Larry the Cable Guy. I've just seen the shirt on a xit-load of rednecks and the bumper sticker on their trucks.

Your slack??

I am touched...

So, what else is new?

The General's HOME BREW!!

Mighty tastey, too...

Always is.