Okay, I basically run this place, that’s cool n’ shit. But man, you guys are so much better drunken bloggers than I am. This is kind of embarrassing, I mean I fucking built this house. Besides, I get hammered for the sole purpose of relaying you information about the site, how bad ass is that?
Big shout out to my best friends wilkdaddy, zombie and soup, mucho appreciate the drunken thoughts. Mucho? It kind of means “much”. That’s mexican my friend.
What’s changed on the drunk blog?
The answer is not too fucking much. First of all, that random password this is a thing of the past thanks to this post.
“ju89kjMN” what? Try “needleringostarr” instead. Much better. Or perhaps “mantoothpaste” or “ringostarrspoon” (coincidence, honestly). In case you are curious, click here for an example of one of the possible password combinations. Just hit refresh for a new one. Entertainment?
Math Revue (fuck off guy with a knowledge beyond spell check):
I have 527 words possible in the list (for now). Since I just randomly combine two words from the list together to make your password, there is a total combination of 5272 assuming we don’t care about repeats. That’s a grand total of 277,729 different combinations. Wanna brute force? Fine, I’ll ban your IP. Geek cred.
PS: Don’t think 277,729 combos is enough? I can try 146,363,183 combos with three words stringed via 5273. Let me know in the comments. Your peace of mind is absolute.
I’ve also added a rating system.
You’ll also notice that I’ve added a rating system. This is to vote on the usefulness (unlikely) of a post vs. the uselessness (very likely) of a post. The highest rated post every week will be listed in the sidebar along with the top ten from 2 months. If ten seems too a fucking normal number, we will modify it to whatever the 18th comment recommends, case settled. No argument.
I’ve also added a new welcome message.
For the first 3 times you visit the drunk blog, you’ll see a message welcoming you, encouraging you to sign up and encourageing you to post. For the next 7 times, you’ll see a message welcoming you back, and ecouraging you to post. I am thinking about adding an unlimited number for the welcome you back but a quick link to opt out of the (sometimes) annoying message. Again, the comments will tell the story.
And so forth…
And finally I get to the meat of the issue. No more work.
I’ve often wondered what the fuck the deal was with cocaine. I’m not interested in it but in the same way I wonder about supermodels I would bang, what super coke fiends would I snort with? Let’s say:
- Tim Allen
- George Clooney (not Batman George Clooney)
- Robert Downey Jr.
- Bob Saget
They’d all be awesome. Wikipedia their asses for info.
Once I also shot a deer in the heart, I would imagine that coke would only have improved the adolescent satisfaction I felt. It probably deserved it in a way, I mean, who among us are innocent? Rumor has it that Bambi raped children so I don’t know what to tell you, you sick Bambi loving freaks. What a perfect cover.
I once got into a fight with the ground. It was a general gravity/personal indifference misunderstanding. He was all like “I weight 13,170,856,500,000,000,000,000,000 lbs” (sober correction: I forgot a 0) and I was all like “I weigh 190 lbs”. Strangely, I lost. Something about a 32.17 feet/second pull of gravity did me in. I still have the scar. Fuck Earth.
I also enjoy being so blacked out that I forget what happened. The next day, I like to play “drunk detective” and figure out what happens. Usually that means calling my girlfriend and apologizing and then downing 13 shots of Svedka. Also, I can’t wait to act Russian in Keystone resort. Rosetta stone, here I fucking come.
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