OK time to get caffeinated. Things are going good. Man there is still nine hours to go. Got Family Guy playing on the computer. Talk to you in an hour.
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That book does suck! hahaha
So my beer is gone. Boooooo. I am gonna be out for a while cause I have to go to work in a few hours so... I will hit the sack.
Plus, I had a shitty day so I need my beauty sleep. Did you know that stress makes women age quicker?! ...As does beer and smoking but those dont really count. hahaha.
By the way, what beer are you drinking Persecution?? I was craving a Newkie but all I found was millers, so eh. It got the job done.
Ghastly drink coffee... or coke. You can try crack too, that might keep you awake for a while. Just this once though, none of this 'I'm gonna start doing crack every day' thing!
Alright kids, have fun. Ghastly good luck man, keep it going! I cant wait for the finished product! Strong with the force, you are!
Persecution, good luck with those beers man. Keep hitting those bottles hard.
As for me, I'm gonna leave the laptop set on the page so first thing this morning I'll catch up. (wow I sounded like a total geek! hahaha)
Well, I just finished 10. At least I think it was 10. I'm not going to go back and check the other posts right now.
I'm drinking Miller. It's good for what ails you. Very much like crack, the quicker picker upper.
I've hit that zen part of the drinking night where you're sliding smoothly over slick glass, just cruising on the alpha waves and enjoying the experience.
I've got a few more hours to go, which is about 8 hours less than Ghastly, but I know he's got it in him. With any luck, he's hit his third or fourth wind and he's plucking comic gold from the ether.
There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Heh, neither on of us is quite stumbling around like that yet, but with a little luck and a little perseverance, we'll make it there by the end.
It's time for me to go find number 11. She's calling me.
So at this point, the beer is pretty much sustaining my level of intoxication instead of increasing it. It's as if I've reached a sort of biological equilibrium, and everything is bright and happy and I'm not even tired. It's a delicate balance and the slightest shift will upset the precarious stasis.
In other words, I'm drunk and just enjoying it. Not sleepy, not nauseous, not beyond normal cognitive abilities. As proof, a limerick.
There once was a man from Nantucket, Whose dick was so long he could suck it, With a hand on his chin, He said with a grin, If his ear were a cunt he would fuck it.
In truth, that is not mine. It is Nietzsche's. Nonetheless, I felt it was appropriate, so I hope you all enjoyed it.
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That book does suck! hahaha
So my beer is gone. Boooooo. I am gonna be out for a while cause I have to go to work in a few hours so... I will hit the sack.
Plus, I had a shitty day so I need my beauty sleep. Did you know that stress makes women age quicker?! ...As does beer and smoking but those dont really count. hahaha.
By the way, what beer are you drinking Persecution?? I was craving a Newkie but all I found was millers, so eh. It got the job done.
Ghastly drink coffee... or coke. You can try crack too, that might keep you awake for a while. Just this once though, none of this 'I'm gonna start doing crack every day' thing!
Alright kids, have fun. Ghastly good luck man, keep it going! I cant wait for the finished product! Strong with the force, you are!
Persecution, good luck with those beers man. Keep hitting those bottles hard.
As for me, I'm gonna leave the laptop set on the page so first thing this morning I'll catch up.
(wow I sounded like a total geek! hahaha)
Peace out bitches.
Well, I just finished 10. At least I think it was 10. I'm not going to go back and check the other posts right now.
I'm drinking Miller. It's good for what ails you. Very much like crack, the quicker picker upper.
I've hit that zen part of the drinking night where you're sliding smoothly over slick glass, just cruising on the alpha waves and enjoying the experience.
I've got a few more hours to go, which is about 8 hours less than Ghastly, but I know he's got it in him. With any luck, he's hit his third or fourth wind and he's plucking comic gold from the ether.
There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Heh, neither on of us is quite stumbling around like that yet, but with a little luck and a little perseverance, we'll make it there by the end.
It's time for me to go find number 11. She's calling me.
Be back soon.
Woohoo! Lucky number eleven!
So at this point, the beer is pretty much sustaining my level of intoxication instead of increasing it. It's as if I've reached a sort of biological equilibrium, and everything is bright and happy and I'm not even tired. It's a delicate balance and the slightest shift will upset the precarious stasis.
In other words, I'm drunk and just enjoying it. Not sleepy, not nauseous, not beyond normal cognitive abilities. As proof, a limerick.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it,
With a hand on his chin,
He said with a grin,
If his ear were a cunt he would fuck it.
In truth, that is not mine. It is Nietzsche's. Nonetheless, I felt it was appropriate, so I hope you all enjoyed it.
Be back later.
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