In hindsight, i should have predicted that a drink called the 'rocky mountain bear fucker' would not end in a pleasant experience
I feel like I got hit by a truck made out of Jack Daniels.
that would be two times in a week with two different guys.
they have the same name so it only counts as one guy right?
he started drinking at 9am with grey goose and pancakes. He IS my hero.
Two dudes got up on top of the pianos and danced shirtless. They didnt even get kicked out. I love vegas
More or less binge drinking as a giant grape seemed justified
I think, at this point, getting pissed and declaring my love via reality TV would be an improvement
I'm pretty sure at any given moment you could wring out my liver and get a couple of shots of jäger.
This is Jewish guilt versus Irish Catholic guilt. We should tread carefully, or we could fuck up the space-time continuum or something.
I'm okay with that.
im on the hungover til tuesday pabst blue ribbon diet
I'm dressed as a caveman and drunk so that's not really an option
Sex obviously provides more sustenance than oatmeal.
There is no issue with you seeing me...morally or ethically. we'll update your resume anyway. I really need to have sex with you later. Really
We walked around last night for hours saying nothing but nom nom nom and barking at each other.
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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