I fucking did. I hate my socks but I hate you. Joe the fucking electric compassion can fuck off. Compassion socks suck. I am so fucking wasted. I ate all the whiskey. Cheese whiz can fuck off with oreos. fuck texting to your mom. fuck that food we ate last night but at least shes cool. fuck. And, I am so proud of Rebecca, ha ha.
drunk posts are the best.
Fuck Yeah, all you fucking.. fucking.. Fucking Fucks!
what Judi said. This is awesome.
Fuck you you fucking fuck.
Or something.
Actually, that post has me seriously considering giving up booze. And maybe Oreos.
Now joe. Be real.
No one can give up Oreos.
It just ain’t possible.
“Cheese whiz-Oreos
made me throw up in my mouth
not a pleasent thing
joe you should get drunk and re read this…
Translate to English and I’ll think about it.
It is not possible to translate whiskey. You can only understand it from within…
Don’t even go there, son. I was drivin’ the porcelain bus when you were in diapers.
Throwing up is considered a badge of honor but what it really means is your a lite weight who can’t handle his booze.
The only times I’ve thrown up is when I mixed booze with weed. Killer combo for me. 20+ years since I did that.
Let’s be careful out there kiddies.
No, it means I WAS a lightweight, many many years ago.
Triple f you’d be in the hospital if you drank as much as me last night. Love cavey
hehehehehehe
Hey joe. Ya gotta love these youngsters eh ??
They drink a 6 pack and think they have alcohol poisoning.
In my day I needed a 12 pack just to limber up.
Not that’s really anything to brag about but given this site, and the challenge, I felt I had too.
Would some female please drink caveman under the table for me.
Hell, back afew months ago when I was laid off, a quart of low-zoot vodka frequently disappeared in >24 hours. Never really felt any ill affects (except from Mrs. Joe) but hey-It was winter. Too much snow piled up to give me a shoulder to ride on, and too warm for studs to do much good.
I ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
And yeah, it is different when you are Two Miles High. I only worry about why, at the Coolest Party in Colorado, you think of J the E.
It’s a true bromance.
Anyone can see that.
Just move along.
caveman, we have to meet. Booze on me until I’m broke or pass out.
BJ can put you in touch.
No buzz kill from me.
Drive safely, if you ride drunk, try to fall before the end of the drive. always works for me.
Wait. What?
such a great post, way funnier than drunk texting
http://globalpublicsquare.blogs.cnn.com/2011/08/12/more-educated-people-spend-more-on-booze/?hpt=hp_c2
thought it was a good read – maybe enough for it’s own post?
This nearly made me shit myself when I read it the other morning.
zMud- you’re on. you’ll be broke and passed out when we get done. Bike show is soon…