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I want to party with you.

Preferably not with just alcohol and sadness.
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Will that qualify as another euphemistic hashtag?
#nocatsinthecarryon

 

You're my kind of party animal.

Thank you for your report.

 

That is an incredibly accurate assessment.

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So, lady came in to to get some pics made into a video with music and shit. Lordeden thought I should go higher on the price I suggested. After looking at the pictures, I agree with him-- it's a rich NASCAR driver's family. Grr.

 

Well, you know, I missed the first incarnation of Four Loko completely so I can't really comment on that.

I have had exactly one of them in my life, about a month ago with this same friend, and basically it's a curiously drinkable malt liquor that tastes like uber-grape soda and makes you feel drunk and a little delirious really fast. Not my preference but, you know, it's become a private joke, fraternal sort of shared experience thing. Code word for: that was fun, want to do it again?

That is my review of Four Loko.

 

Discovered Sparks in a gas station in Vegas. Ended up getting way, way hammered mixing this with vodka at a casino bar. Miller Brewing changed the formula though to remove stimulants but I think I have a few cans tucked away. For emergencies, only. Like when you need to be fully awake and drunk by 9 am.



You want to party with me.

 

Oh hell yes.

 

It's a little more expensive, but if I wanted to be hyper and drunk, I'd do Malibu & Red Bull. Same effect, but it tastes like yummy sweet tarts.

In related news, I think it's officially Fuck This Shit O'Clock.

 

Careful now, your boss is monitoring this station.

 

I'm pretty sure I heard Archer playing earlier. Not too concerned.

 

Just as long as he's all occupado with the Dain-jah Zohn!

 

*snort*

Also, I think he's going somewhere this weekend, while I stay home and run the store. I forget the details, but he said something about copious amounts of rum and strip clubs. Hmm.

 

That's totally the Dain-jah Zohn! I'm talkin' about, little lady. Ooo, girl.

Basically, Eden and I are going to see if any of these dork-nerds are down for some fun-time-action-dancin'.

If not, we're totes going to go drink ourselves into Xerxes mode and stare at bolt-on abominations while listening to Lil Jon on repeat. Yeaaah!

 

Just keep in mind that I can't afford to bail him out of Canadian Jail, eh.

 

Yeah, but I can. Isn't that the point of buddy movies?

 

I just wrote a four page paper on a local hospital system that is due tonight all in the space of about two hours. And it's actually pretty good. All the while thinking about sex and booze.
I'm practically Ernest fucking Hemingway. Except for the exceptional fucking depth and talent, you know. Just the booze and sex part, really.
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I do, too!

 

Ugh, I find them to be loud and disgusting but I have an image to maintain.

 

I must admit I have a soft spot for strip clubs as well.

 

I've only been once to see actual strippers. It was an interesting experience, but way too fucking expensive.

 

so i wandered to a neighbor's last night who operates a furniture place to see about having a dresser refinished only to find myself talking to a very skilled craftsman who kept giving me wine, which managed to increase my sense of embarrassment about having wandered over to see about having a dresser refinished. the net result of all this is a slight but persistent hangover.

i hate hangovers.