Patron might've been a mistake. Mixing dark (whiskey) with light (patron) is a mistake. It wasn't a problem for me when I was 18. Now, at 21, I can't do it. Pop two tylenol before you pass out next time.
Oh god....i can bearely see the screen right now.......just policheed off half a 26 of Crown R9yal "rye".............life is good...really good. .......I luv titties. Yamakaaaaaa ya haaaaaaa!!!!!
A lot of fuck ing Bacardi tonight../. and some karaoke so i have no voice./. also, i sprayed some self tanner on my tounge that my friend brought and told her it tasted good. she didnt believe me. bUt it was pretty good, tasted like poina colada.
Hello sweet thread. Havent seen you a while.... This is what happens when you work way too much and finally get a day off. Fuck you work!!! Me and Mr. Daniels are best friends once again.
Family just got in for the holidays. Celebration goes as follows: 3 Yeunglings, 1 shot Milagro Repasado, 1 Sam Adams, 1 double shot Glenfiddich 2 more Yeunglings. My family: fucking lightweights.
4-Jack and Cokes 2-Wild Turkey shots 3-shot Van Gogh Espresso Vodka Boss called and needs me to work tomorrow morning/afternoon. Apparently he's ok with me coming in hungover, as long as im there. FML, and what a fuckin buzzkill. Boooooooo!!!
I had a co-worker who was told the same thing - he went to work still buzzed and about a month later when reviews were due the Boss put down that he came to work hung over and he was fired for it. He filed a law suit because the day in question was a vacation day he was called in on. I have no idea how the case worked out but they were all over the whole department trying to get statements from everyone. The boss ended up getting a DWI and being fired a short while later. We all thought it was Karma.
Tonight is a night to drink like you get paid for it. Act the fool and spend the next day eating, napping and watching football without getting bitched at.
Oh man why did this thread resurface? I remember that first post. WTF was I thinking. Anyways, two nights ago I was home doing nothing, and my brother calls me on his way home from the rangers game askin if I wanted to smoke a cigar n have a few beers in the backyard. Of course I did. Of course. He then texts me like 5 minutes later, "im fuckin hammered, get drunk quick." I told him I'd be drunk in a half hour. So over the next 37 minutes, by the time he got home, I somehow made myself do 10 shots of tequila. When he got home he was stumbling all over the place, eating leftover meatballs out of the container, and could barely drink a glass of water without spilling it down his chest. After a few minutes he noticed the half empty bottle of tequila and asks me how many I did. I told him 10, and he then informed me that he was acting drunk and was only a little buzzed. After expressing how pissed off I was that I just unneccessarily drank a half bottle of tequila in 30 minutes or so, we proceeded to smoke a cigar and have 4-5 more beers (not sure the exact number, as my memory got a little hazy) Needless to say, when those shots hit my liver, they hit it hard. I went to sleep about 5:30am that night, and woke up at 9:30pm the following day. Actually, I had also gotten up at 6:30 to run to the bathroom and throw up all over the toilet, but then it was right back to bed.
