During the tenure of my drinking life I have come across many different combinations of good times. One memory is 8 fold, the great American beer festival, A shit load of people(I hate crowds) and a shit load of beers. Two 30 pack of P B R and darts or bones. My favorite Double Chocolate Stout and an Aston Villa football (soccer) match. A 30 of PBR and my garden, But tonite I found the most perfect couple of all Stilton blue cheese and Smoke Jumper Porter (Left Hand brewery, good on you lads). If you have never tried paring beer and cheese I strongly recommend it. Trust me I not getting soft in my old age, I’m still hard and foul like the cheese and beer I pare up. Keep the faith my fellow chuggers, and in the infamous words of Homer J Simpson “Marge now don’t go blaming the beer.

CHEERS.

Im still drunk.  I have been drunk since the Chiefs game ended.  We lost.  Like, 30- 478.   Seriously.  I think that was the score.  How do we suck that badly?

Fantabulously.  I love that word.  I love any word that relays something awesome.  He is nicely done.  This is awesome.  That is fantasic.

To the nights I will never remember and the people I will never forget.  Things and stuff are awesome.  People sometimes suck.  And sex is always good, unless only one of you is interested in what is happening…

Wine doesn’t give me the kind of hangovers that beer and say, Vodka/Sprite mixtures do.  WIne will give me a headache only if the wine is really really cheap.  Expensive wine is the most phenomenal kind of drunk becuase I can have a bottle and be drunk as hell and wake up feeling like I excercized and did healthy-shit the night before.  Unfortunately the bottles of wine that are that fabulous are like, $30 and up.  Not a cheap buzz. But fantastic nonetheless.  ….  I’m craving cheese.

I don’t smoke pot.  I just have the weirdest f-ing cravings.  All the freakin time.  Seriously!

I have so much homework that when I think about the amount of homework that I have I get a little bit nautious.  Drinking seems like a better idea at the moment, even on a Sunday night.

I feel bad that I don’t have anything profound to say in these blogs.  No amount of drunk I think is going to get me to change the world.  I might go outside and break a stick and hope the butterfly effect is actually a real concept- and pretend that I have made a massive amount of difference in China.  Yeah.  A good change for china.  Becuase I broke a stick in half.  You don’ t believe me?  You don’t know.  Prove to me my stick-breaking escapades had no fantasmic changes on the Chinese Empire.  (ha ha)

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1891147 (This makes me laugh.  Drunk laughing is awesome.)

In conclusion…  I have got to get to steppin’ on that term paper.  This will not qualify and will probably not be accepted as such.  Oh well.

I hope someone finds it grade-A worthy.  If not, well… then… I owe you a beer.

Peace, homeslice.

I think it is fabulous.  I can’t help but have a little drink with lunch- and then maybe have a little wine after that.  (Typing drunk is hard.  Typing drunk requires you to  have a very close relationship with the backspace button.)  The Chiefs are not very good….. by the way…

I like a drink here and there… I Like it when the bartender knows my name and has my drink ready for me.  Heather or Alice or Brandon or whatever the bartender of the night is….  Just hand me another.  You know what I like.

What do I think about when I drink?  How awesome everyone is.  How awesome sex is.  How everything is totally fantastic and everyone is totally awesome and typing is more difficult.  You should have seen what i typed before I delteted it.  Total crap.  I wish I could write a post that made it all seem more awesome.  Looking and reading my post make me wonder if anyone is catching on to the ramblings inside my head.   Maybe not.

I have somewhat of an ADD type thought.  I can start thinking about what I had for breakfast yesterday and end up thinking about calculators.  It all works out.  My bouncy thought process is more interesting inside my head than I think others can fathom from where they are.  Hmmm thought process…

No one can see my drunk eyes from where they sit, I look confused Im sure… like im going to pass out… Im sure I might.

If you rape a prostitute, is it stealing?

I don’t have time for stupid people.  I dont have time for the server I work with who runs into the expo line, confused and wondering what black coffee is?  SHe knows wo have regular and decaf, but do we have black coffeee?  And no, he doesnt want cream.  ?!?!?  If anyone has seen the movie Idiocracy, whether they have liked the movie or not… its true.  People with brains in their head wait to have kids- the dumbest people have hoards of them.  Smart people are going extinct.  We are all going to be counting on our fingers in a few years, and our anwer for how old we are is going to be how many fingers we decide to put up.  Don’t let the smart people go extinct!  Have more sex if you have any type of diploma!  We have to reproduce so the idiots don’t take over the world….

If i had 99 bottles of beer,  I think I’d have 2 then pass out.  Id have what, 97 bottles of warm beer stuck to my wall by the time I woke up the next morning?  I can barely drink Bud Light, much less, warm bud light.  Gross.  Stuck to my wall,  ewww.   I’M CRAVING sex and more wine.  I think I’ll have someone get me a bottle.

more soon.  after dinner with the parents.  maybe..  yes.  dinner with the parents.