• Published:October 24th, 2008
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Has anybody heard hte premise that in a few thousand years, humans will evolve to not have pinky toes? 

Shit, that’s gross.  Think of the implications that will have.  That wasn’t a statement, really, try to think of some for me.

just because that’d be really weird, something has to be done.  I urge everybody to do their part in stopping evolution.  I don’t care if you think we evolved from monkeys or a naked couple that got dropped down like some kinda sims character, whatever, irrelevant…the point is humans are evolving, can’t stop it.  but we can stop it from bein weird.

Beginning tomorrow, everybody needs to start walking on the sides of their feet.  Put some pressure on the pinky toes, make ‘em worth something.  This way, 8 generations from now, your family won’t have to deal with the humiliation of not having pinky toes while the “normal” families still have somethin.  Be a normal family.  start using your pinky toes. 

I didn’t mean to drink tonight, I swear.  Have mercy on my soul. 

I typed the word soil instead of soul like 3 times. 

hahaha.  drunk blog.

  • Published:October 22nd, 2008
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99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer.  Fuck, that’s a lot of beer. 

How do you put beer on a wall, anyway?  I’ve thought many times about it, only been able to safely blog about it now.

Is the shit just sitting in glasses on an arrangement of shelves?  cuz that’s a waste of beer.  gets flat.  And what the fuck kinda weird party are you at that you’re sitting around, passing around glasses of flat beer to each other, drinking out of the same glasses?  Weird fucks.  At least play some music or something.  I don’t picture girls when i picture this scene. 

But shit, if you can kill off 99 beers in one night, koodos to you.  how many people are in this room if you can finish 99 beers?  Let’s say an average college-aged male can finish 10 drinks without throwing his groceries into the kitchen sink (AVERAGE, guys, chill out…) that’s like 10 guys, drinking 10 beers each, sitting in a circle enjoying each other’s company…uh oh, it’s magic…

And these guys are seemingly so fuckin bored that they have nothing better to do than sit around and count the number of beers they have still magically stuck to their wall.  Still can’t explain that one.  I keep my ice cold Samuel Adams in a fridge, not stuck to my bedroom wall with super glue.  Idiots.  I like my beer in a home with friends setting, a crowded bar setting, not a circle of morons with beer glued to the wall.   and maybe i’m a douche, but i never share my shit.  get your own, dammit. 

So you’ve probably gathered 10 guys to indulge in your wall beer…at best.  in reality, it’s probably like 12 or 13  guys…(that’d be like 7 or 8 beers each…)…and really, i don’t see many chicks when i imagine this little party.  I do picture party hats though.  And all you do is pass around warm, bacteria-infected wall beer.  I wouldn’t keep good beer on a wall, nor would any regular beer enthusiast.  So you’re probably drinking piss beer, natty ice or something.  And you probably didn’t even pay for it, you mooch.  i hate people like you.  If you’re gonna join in on your piss beer wall drinking party with no girls, at least pay your part.  Or get out. 

If someone goes to the bathroom, does that ruin the “passing around?”  99 beers, you better not lose your pace, or you’ll be drinking piss beer all night.

So if you find yourself playing this game, think back to the last time you got laid.  Still thinking?  I thought so.  because this is a pretty lame game.  You’re better off keeping your beer in the fridge, unless you think of a way to keep it on the wall AND cold.  You’d be king of the party poopers.  Congrats.

And oh yeah, yay tuesday.  I need no other reason to celebrate.

The password they give you is REALLY hard to type after you’re rounding 14 drinks of whiskey.  Don’t judge me now, c’mon…even the bike cop was laughing as we attempted to walk home.

The bartender is way too hot, honestly..not even fair.  Flirting is a sexual harrassment suit waiting to happen, believe me.  And she works for tips…probably has herpes.  Dammit, i still tipped her.  Now my money has herpes.  I didn’t like that money anyway.

Drunchies….drunk + munchies.  taquitos…glorious.  tastes even better with huey lewis on the radio.

I think my roommate just ralphed.  probably for the better, makes me seem like less of an alcoholic.  ralph is a funny word.

wobbly is also a funny word.

I ran over a racoon with a security vehicle one time.  made his eye pop out.  didn’t feel sorry for it at all.  I just imagined that he’d cheated on his racoon wife, and never paid child support to his racoon kids after the divorce.  bastard.  i’m glad i ran over him.

A really hot girl ran up to me today walking home from class.  i got excited, but she only wanted to tell me that i had “hair goop” in my hair.  she’s real nice.  probably has herpes too.  bitch. i meant to have hair goop glopped all over the back of my head.  leave me alone.

“dribble” is also a funny word.

Thank you for hearing my thoughts.  wait, i don’t even know you.  i have to pee.