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how can you criticize a band that features a lead singer named...Win...

:unsure:
easy...they suck, and their music is awful.
It sounds way overproduced. It's a bunch of try-too-hard Molson-swilling Frenchies.
I'm sure there's plenty of Hanson CDs out there for you guys to listen to.
If you have to go that far down into the barrel to find a clearly inferior band to insult me with, that kinda says it all, doesn't it?

 
Oh, happy Spring Break, futtbuckers. Just about to crack beer #1.

On the not-so-lighter side: Found out a couple days ago that my former assistant supernintendo passed away after fighting the ever-loving #### out of melanoma (he was 66). Rick was the guy who hired me for the job I still have today. One of the smartest people I've ever met and just a solid guy.

His funeral is tomorrow afternoon.
Sorry, dude.

 
Oh and one more thing about Dr. Rick and then I'm done. Dude was intellectual as hell. He also wasn't exactly studly looking. Maybe 5'8 and 160lbs. Coke bottle glasses, bushy mustache, hint of a comb-over. Looked like the ******* love-child of Groucho, Mario, and Gavin McCleod. It wasn't until I'd worked in the district for a couple of years that I found out dude could bench like 295. No shtick. Guy could throw steel around like Krista throws around deeds.
:thumbup: Sounds like a cool dude, a rare trait for an administrator. (My mom, as I said, was a teacher for years. She was excellent, and detested the politicized admins who were removed, both literally and figuratively, from the realities of the classroom. Funny thing was, she could have been a good one, but just loved to teach.)

 
Oh, happy Spring Break, futtbuckers. Just about to crack beer #1.

On the not-so-lighter side: Found out a couple days ago that my former assistant supernintendo passed away after fighting the ever-loving #### out of melanoma (he was 66). Rick was the guy who hired me for the job I still have today. One of the smartest people I've ever met and just a solid guy.

His funeral is tomorrow afternoon.
T&P to your Gb.
 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.

 
Oh, happy Spring Break, futtbuckers. Just about to crack beer #1.

On the not-so-lighter side: Found out a couple days ago that my former assistant supernintendo passed away after fighting the ever-loving #### out of melanoma (he was 66). Rick was the guy who hired me for the job I still have today. One of the smartest people I've ever met and just a solid guy.

His funeral is tomorrow afternoon.
Sorry GB. 66 is much too young.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
This is the alcohol version of the "Oops, ####" story. Don't try to play it off like it ain't.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.
If you PM me your address I will send you a box o vodka

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.
You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.
You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.
Hemingway-ish.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.
You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.
where is froggy!?!

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.
You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.
Hemingway-ish.
Nick needed vodka. Vodka was needed. Nick looked at the one bottle that was there. It was vodka from New Orleans. It was not his first choice. It smelled of cake and happiness. The bottle was round and clean and colorful. Nick looked at the bottle. He smelled the liquor. It was fine and strong.

"This is good" thought Nick as he grasped the bottle. It felt heavy. There was a certain comfort in the weight of the bottle. It was good and fine and strong.

Nick unscrewed the cap like a sailor who was not ready to leave the sea would release the anchor chain. He pause for just a moment. "This is the what I have come to", he thought. The lip of the bottle was cold but Nick knew that would only be momentary just like the kiss he had exchanged with Anna on that cool, bleak night in Andalusia.

 
I'm blaming it on the cake vodka.
What's all this now?
We had a fundraiser last week.

Lots of gift baskets to raffle off.

One was a "taste of NOLA" basket.

My mom won it along with 2 others.

Mom is old obviously. She babysat Thomas Aquinas.

Mom breaks open gift baskets and takes what she wants. She generously tells everybody to take whatever is left. Mom drinks bloody marys but has no interest in King Cake flavored vodka.

I take it.

Turns out it is 30 proof.

Tastes like someone poured store brand vodka over a Costco birthday cake.

I mix it with diet soda and drink it anyway.

The world continues to turn. You're still a buttjammer.
You guys are going to think this is weird coming from me, but that sounds gross.
You know what? It is gross.

The vodka tastes like you went to some crappy Chuck E Cheese party for some like 3/4 half step cousin kid's 2nd birthday party just because you were like the 4th person in line to be godparent. And then you somehow figured out a way to scam 2 mugs of beer limit at said Chuck's. Or maybe you had a flask. Or you walked 73 feet to the nearest 7-11 and bought a couple of tall boys and then slammed them in the alley with the dusky dishwashers from said Chuck E's. Regardless you ended up singing "happy birthday" to some semi-related proto-human with 4 cow-licks and a suspicious cold sore that nobody dares mention.

Wait...so anyway you take a bite of that totally low-rent cake that is 74% air while still enjoying your cryptic buzz...and that's what this vodka is like.
You paint a beautiful picture with your words. That's talent.
Hemingway-ish.
Nick needed vodka. Vodka was needed. Nick looked at the one bottle that was there. It was vodka from New Orleans. It was not his first choice. It smelled of cake and happiness. The bottle was round and clean and colorful. Nick looked at the bottle. He smelled the liquor. It was fine and strong.

"This is good" thought Nick as he grasped the bottle. It felt heavy. There was a certain comfort in the weight of the bottle. It was good and fine and strong.

Nick unscrewed the cap like a sailor who was not ready to leave the sea would release the anchor chain. He pause for just a moment. "This is the what I have come to", he thought. The lip of the bottle was cold but Nick knew that would only be momentary just like the kiss he had exchanged with Anna on that cool, bleak night in Andalusia.
:lmao:

 
I chatted up one of the cougars, but she was sooo drunk. Had the attention span of a cocker spaniel. Now home watching a blaxploitation film...Detroit 9000. :lmao:

 

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