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St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
We've had free Showtime for 3 months ending this month. I forgot to mention this to my wife for this reason.
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
Mr. Pickles likes this.
Finless
Footballguy
I haven't made up anything. Bullet hole in my leg. This happened in 1996 early Spring. Was meeting a kid named Tyler to sell him a half O of Molly. I didn't bring the product with me. Was jumped by 4-5 guys who smashed a bottle over my head I was wobbly hit the ground. Someone went through my pockets and disappointment ensued. I was then shot in the leg and everyone ran. I walked a few blocks and met up with some friends in the park. I was driven to the hospital. I never told the cops what happened. They pressed and I said I had no idea. I was jumped by some kids in masks. That's it. It never went anywhere.Now I knew the guy well who shot me. At the time I was also working with Dominicans so people knew that I had protection. The next day I took a hardcore buddy of mine named Rob to look for the guy. Rob was a nut from Virginia Beach. Loved mixing it up. The guy who shot me was black with dreadlocks, not Jamaican. We found him and Rob immediately lit him up. He fell back and cracked his head on a pay phone and hit the ground. I kicked him a few times in the neck and face. We took the cash and herb he had on him. We also told him to cut his dreadlocks off..STAT. Rob said if we see you again with those dreadlocks were going to soak them in gasoline and burn them off your head. They were gone two days later when we saw him licking his wounds on Church street. I found Tyler about 2 years later and he was shocked and scared. He was a punk. He went in his house and came back out and gave me about $400. I didn't really give a #### at that point. People knew I was looking for him and someone told me where I could find him.'urbanhack said:
I was stabbed with a pen knife during an AA meeting in Worcester Massachusetts in late Spring 2000. In the picture its towards the top and middle of the pic. Looks like nothing more than a pock mark now. But that #### hurt more than the bullet. It cut through the muscles around the rib cage, It hurt to sleep for a week. The knife was tiny but it went through my rib cage and almost punctured my lung. The assailant was a friend. He was counting money to put into the till (fresh out of Prison - We're still friends to this day. His name is Isidor. Only Jewish kid from Southie...ever)and I grabbed a few bills messing around. He instinctively made a stabbing motion towards me and he stabbed me. This was during the meeting. I jumped up and held my chest and headed for the bathroom...he followed. We got in there and lifted my shirt up and I was just spitting blood from a hole in my chest.there was an old timer in there who started gagging when he saw the blood.
Isidor was on parole and was freaking out. I told him we'd figure out a story. We hopped in the car and drove to the hospital. The knife that stabbed me was my own. It was a knife decorated with the logos from my fathers company. I had given in to him just minutes earlier. They said half an inch and I would have had serious problems. They said it was extremely close to puncturing my lung. I was in a half way house at the time and it caused all sorts of drama. The cops also came to my room and said "Well its pretty easy to see what happened". There was a Spanish kid in the same ER with stab wounds. I lied to the cops and said I tripped on my way out of the meeting and fell into a guard rail and there was a point that punctured me. They knew I was lying but they left. Isidor almost got thrown out of the halfway house but managed to stay. Our house was collectively banned from the meeting. It was called Top of The Hill and it met on Wednesday nights I believe.
I admit I get real hot when I'm accused of lying. But I feel like I'm dealing with a mob of 14 year olds. that's the mentality. Then for the camaraderie you have other idiots pile on. They most likely don't have many friends or something. Ive never seen anything like it. And I don;t see where I said I was unique because I have a drug problem. I don't come in here whining. I just share stories. I share stories which I think are interesting. I mean something as simple as running into Shanahan at Nieman Marcus and I'm called a liar by about a hundred posters. I show a picture which was blurry, yes but it clearly showed Shanahan. Even with the photo they continue to say how I'm full of ####. So I'm sitting here like "I just posted a pretty crazy story and provided photos and I'm called a liar" My character is attacked. People start making up stories about what kind of computer I have. All of the sudden I shrank 5 inches and I'm 5' tall. I;m called a junky and a loser. I mean what kind of people act this way? Its crazy.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. When the hell haveI said a bad thing about anybody ever? When have I jumped into a thread and just started ripping on a poster? Its never happened. I get a bunch of tough guys threatening me over the internet like I ####ed their daughters. It's nuts. I've produced some good material here over the years. Almost none of what I say is shtick. Some of you figured that out but the rest refuse to believe I'm even a real person. Like I said I have facebook friends here. They know what goes on in my life. I talk to them in chat sometimes, on gchat. So I made a post about a segway and some other clearly shticky things. But 905 of what I write is 100% legit. my life is crazy and something are tough to believe but then I post pictures for evidence of the truth but also for entertainment. Who else does this? Then Comes a mob of nobody's just straight angry like they're ready to lynch someone. I;m called an idiot for having $500 pair of shoes. I've got a pair of $500 Gucci's as well. Who cares? Their nice shoes
and believe it or not chicks dig nice shoes.Its just non-stop and constant. I know most people are just sheep and they follow what they think is cool and pile on. But is it really that cool to be rude to peole? Anyone? Like this Drifter situation. I said something about there being some Rednecks at the draft and some other guys who were non-descript. He runs with it saying how hes going to tell DW and Clark that I was talking #### about them. Is clark not about 6'8" 400 lbs? I didn't insult him and I never said a word about DW. That's why it bothers me. Guy clearly got mad because I mentioned a few people who were there and not him. Shoot me!!! Oh God how terrible. And the response is just straight nasty littered with insults about me being 5" tall and having no personality??? I mean I'm not claiming to be Don Rickles or anything but to know me and say I'm bland is a contradiction. I;m sorry but it is. You may not like me but the truth is most people who meet me do like me. I'm a funny guy. I joke around, bust balls and have a good time
. Yet I'm falsely described as a mouse who hid behind his monstrous computer all night. Makes no sense but whatever. It's funny drifter never had a bad thing to say about me. Always seemed to get along with me and then I say some of the folks were nondescript and all hell breaks loose. He's rounding up the troops from a draft 6 years ago and saying I badmouthed specific individuals.I'll just stick to the baseball forum. I;m not having a going away party or anything. I've barely posted anywhere but in there for the last year anyhow. This place has gone to ####. I can't post in a thread without some ####bag hiding behind an alias trying to fish me by calling me a liar. Same idiots every time, angry, insulting and just full of hatred. After a while you just can't do it. Its far too annoying. Like Shadyrider. He crawls under my skin so bad I cant post anymore. He's like a little gnat. The kid who throws rocks at you and runs away. Just an antagonizing POS. Not sure how he can call himself a man. He acts like a child. He stalks me in threads. I mean the guy thought he was brilliant because he "Outed me" for making a trade in my dynasty league the other day. Like I'm locked up in an asylum or something. I just can't deal with it,. He;s enough to make posting not worth while. And I ask once again what has he ever contributed to this place? I mean ever? He's a bug...nothing more nothing less. He pops into threads, runs his mouth and throws this guy around
then tells you to "calm down". he called me Napoleon? the guy has never ####### seen me. Knows nothing about me but thinks it;s okay to call another man names. Just a POS. I never say anything to him I ignore him but he finds a way to find my posts and antagonize me. Why do I get angry? Because it's just so ####### childish it shocks me he's an adult. Who find it entertaining to insult strangers on the internet? How exactly is that fun? Life must be miserable if that brings you happiness.Soyeah it ain't worth it. I dont expect anyone to give a #### if I'm not here. This place has sucked for 3 years now and it just gets worse. Years ago I could post whatever I wanted and people had fun, joked around. Now like I said there's all these clown hiding behind aliases pushing my buttons. I know I'm being fished and I give it to it. It's my own fault. But I cant sit around and listen to people attack the person I am constantly. I mind my business around here and now I'll just mind my business in the baseball forum. If I ever conrhole with Shady, hes getting hit in the mouth. You can mark that down. I don't give a ####. You want to call me Napoleon. You'll see Napoleon....#####.
Early_10
footballgoddess
is it free?
it is, but you don't get all the bells & whistles.
pretty sure the only black dudes in Burlington in 1996, and pretty much the entire state of Vermont, were the 2 or 3 that played on the UVM hoops team.
krista4
Footballguy
When Pickles is right, he's right.
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
I agree but it wasn't my line to cross.Lines are for #######.I didn't post it on FB though.
I can never tell where the line is.
YSR
Footballguy
Once the dust settled, it turns out I peeled about 1/2 of my left foot off with the pressure washer the other day. Some kind of infection has set in on one of my toes, rendering me gimpy at best. Pretty sure this is going to scar way worse than either bullet wound, stab would or track mark I've seen.Anyone wanna fight? 
YSR
Footballguy
What makes me is that FInless came in here to address people he knows (Drifter, esp, in this case... but others as well). And who posts immediately afterwards, for the first time ever in GMTAN? Steelnation. Looks like someone has been refreshing Finless' "Show New Content" button. :stalk:
is that FInless came in here to address people he knows (Drifter, esp, in this case... but others as well). And who posts immediately afterwards, for the first time ever in GMTAN? Steelnation. Looks like someone has been refreshing Finless' "Show New Content" button. :stalk:
McJose
Footballguy
Then take back what you said about my favorite pair of pants.
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
I've always thought you were cool and enjoyed your stories.I haven't made up anything. Bullet hole in my leg. This happened in 1996 early Spring. Was meeting a kid named Tyler to sell him a half O of Molly. I didn't bring the product with me. Was jumped by 4-5 guys who smashed a bottle over my head I was wobbly hit the ground. Someone went through my pockets and disappointment ensued. I was then shot in the leg and everyone ran. I walked a few blocks and met up with some friends in the park. I was driven to the hospital. I never told the cops what happened. They pressed and I said I had no idea. I was jumped by some kids in masks. That's it. It never went anywhere.Now I knew the guy well who shot me. At the time I was also working with Dominicans so people knew that I had protection. The next day I took a hardcore buddy of mine named Rob to look for the guy. Rob was a nut from Virginia Beach. Loved mixing it up. The guy who shot me was black with dreadlocks, not Jamaican. We found him and Rob immediately lit him up. He fell back and cracked his head on a pay phone and hit the ground. I kicked him a few times in the neck and face. We took the cash and herb he had on him. We also told him to cut his dreadlocks off..STAT. Rob said if we see you again with those dreadlocks were going to soak them in gasoline and burn them off your head. They were gone two days later when we saw him licking his wounds on Church street. I found Tyler about 2 years later and he was shocked and scared. He was a punk. He went in his house and came back out and gave me about $400. I didn't really give a #### at that point. People knew I was looking for him and someone told me where I could find him.'urbanhack said:
I was stabbed with a pen knife during an AA meeting in Worcester Massachusetts in late Spring 2000. In the picture its towards the top and middle of the pic. Looks like nothing more than a pock mark now. But that #### hurt more than the bullet. It cut through the muscles around the rib cage, It hurt to sleep for a week. The knife was tiny but it went through my rib cage and almost punctured my lung. The assailant was a friend. He was counting money to put into the till (fresh out of Prison - We're still friends to this day. His name is Isidor. Only Jewish kid from Southie...ever)and I grabbed a few bills messing around. He instinctively made a stabbing motion towards me and he stabbed me. This was during the meeting. I jumped up and held my chest and headed for the bathroom...he followed. We got in there and lifted my shirt up and I was just spitting blood from a hole in my chest.there was an old timer in there who started gagging when he saw the blood.
Isidor was on parole and was freaking out. I told him we'd figure out a story. We hopped in the car and drove to the hospital. The knife that stabbed me was my own. It was a knife decorated with the logos from my fathers company. I had given in to him just minutes earlier. They said half an inch and I would have had serious problems. They said it was extremely close to puncturing my lung. I was in a half way house at the time and it caused all sorts of drama. The cops also came to my room and said "Well its pretty easy to see what happened". There was a Spanish kid in the same ER with stab wounds. I lied to the cops and said I tripped on my way out of the meeting and fell into a guard rail and there was a point that punctured me. They knew I was lying but they left. Isidor almost got thrown out of the halfway house but managed to stay. Our house was collectively banned from the meeting. It was called Top of The Hill and it met on Wednesday nights I believe.
I admit I get real hot when I'm accused of lying. But I feel like I'm dealing with a mob of 14 year olds. that's the mentality. Then for the camaraderie you have other idiots pile on. They most likely don't have many friends or something. Ive never seen anything like it. And I don;t see where I said I was unique because I have a drug problem. I don't come in here whining. I just share stories. I share stories which I think are interesting. I mean something as simple as running into Shanahan at Nieman Marcus and I'm called a liar by about a hundred posters. I show a picture which was blurry, yes but it clearly showed Shanahan. Even with the photo they continue to say how I'm full of ####. So I'm sitting here like "I just posted a pretty crazy story and provided photos and I'm called a liar" My character is attacked. People start making up stories about what kind of computer I have. All of the sudden I shrank 5 inches and I'm 5' tall. I;m called a junky and a loser. I mean what kind of people act this way? Its crazy.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. When the hell haveI said a bad thing about anybody ever? When have I jumped into a thread and just started ripping on a poster? Its never happened. I get a bunch of tough guys threatening me over the internet like I ####ed their daughters. It's nuts. I've produced some good material here over the years. Almost none of what I say is shtick. Some of you figured that out but the rest refuse to believe I'm even a real person. Like I said I have facebook friends here. They know what goes on in my life. I talk to them in chat sometimes, on gchat. So I made a post about a segway and some other clearly shticky things. But 905 of what I write is 100% legit. my life is crazy and something are tough to believe but then I post pictures for evidence of the truth but also for entertainment. Who else does this? Then Comes a mob of nobody's just straight angry like they're ready to lynch someone. I;m called an idiot for having $500 pair of shoes. I've got a pair of $500 Gucci's as well. Who cares? Their nice shoes
Its just non-stop and constant. I know most people are just sheep and they follow what they think is cool and pile on. But is it really that cool to be rude to peole? Anyone? Like this Drifter situation. I said something about there being some Rednecks at the draft and some other guys who were non-descript. He runs with it saying how hes going to tell DW and Clark that I was talking #### about them. Is clark not about 6'8" 400 lbs? I didn't insult him and I never said a word about DW. That's why it bothers me. Guy clearly got mad because I mentioned a few people who were there and not him. Shoot me!!! Oh God how terrible. And the response is just straight nasty littered with insults about me being 5" tall and having no personality??? I mean I'm not claiming to be Don Rickles or anything but to know me and say I'm bland is a contradiction. I;m sorry but it is. You may not like me but the truth is most people who meet me do like me. I'm a funny guy. I joke around, bust balls and have a good time
I'll just stick to the baseball forum. I;m not having a going away party or anything. I've barely posted anywhere but in there for the last year anyhow. This place has gone to ####. I can't post in a thread without some ####bag hiding behind an alias trying to fish me by calling me a liar. Same idiots every time, angry, insulting and just full of hatred. After a while you just can't do it. Its far too annoying. Like Shadyrider. He crawls under my skin so bad I cant post anymore. He's like a little gnat. The kid who throws rocks at you and runs away. Just an antagonizing POS. Not sure how he can call himself a man. He acts like a child. He stalks me in threads. I mean the guy thought he was brilliant because he "Outed me" for making a trade in my dynasty league the other day. Like I'm locked up in an asylum or something. I just can't deal with it,. He;s enough to make posting not worth while. And I ask once again what has he ever contributed to this place? I mean ever? He's a bug...nothing more nothing less. He pops into threads, runs his mouth and throws this guy around
Soyeah it ain't worth it. I dont expect anyone to give a #### if I'm not here. This place has sucked for 3 years now and it just gets worse. Years ago I could post whatever I wanted and people had fun, joked around. Now like I said there's all these clown hiding behind aliases pushing my buttons. I know I'm being fished and I give it to it. It's my own fault. But I cant sit around and listen to people attack the person I am constantly. I mind my business around here and now I'll just mind my business in the baseball forum. If I ever conrhole with Shady, hes getting hit in the mouth. You can mark that down. I don't give a ####. You want to call me Napoleon. You'll see Napoleon....#####.
Also please forgive me for thinking of this when reading about how you got stabbed with a pen knife.
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St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
I never knew there was such an option.What makes me
Finless
Footballguy
Thanks.Thats what it looks like when you get stabbed with a pen knife. I'll tell you that #### hurt more than just about anything that's happened to me. The healing process and the bruises around the wound were agonizing for over a week....no joke.I've always thought you were cool and enjoyed your stories.
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
F'n shamuridr.
YSR
Footballguy
Ad total?
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
Should I post a running total in the sig? $33.75 as of this posting.
shamwow!
Footballguy
YSR
Footballguy
shamwow!
Footballguy
Frostillicus
Footballguy
For the record in case someone is tallying this all up, I'm a Finless fan and a believer.
YSR
Footballguy
If this is the case, you need to add shadyrdr. steelnation and slayer666 to your enemies list. Not sure you're ready for that.
gianmarco
Footballguy
I was looking for a way to test my battery on my Toshiba laptop. I came across this well written gem.
What language is this?
What language is this?
Frostillicus
Footballguy
Two of those are scary and one is worthless.
Frostillicus
Footballguy
Speaking of the enemies list, I'm dropping Carl's Jr. I'm over it.
desert rose
Footballguy
I'll never order another turkey burger from Carl's Jr. I'm sticking to the chili cheese fries.
desert rose
Footballguy
Frostillicus
Footballguy
Watching Red Riding Hood. I so love Amanda.
Good Posting Judge
Footballguy
You've seen Chloe, I take it.
Frostillicus
Footballguy
No. No I haven't. But google images tells me I need to add it to my netflix queue if I had netflix.
bentley
Footballguy
Liverpool. Think about how much you hate Tom Hicks and triple it. That's how the average Liverpool fan feels. Also signed a ton of players so far this offseason, so I think things are on the way back up for the Reds.
McJose
Footballguy
oh holy god
cosjobs
Footballguy
I'm a huge fan of the moops
Good Posting Judge
Footballguy
Are they going to play all seven thousand midfielders at once?
shamwow!
Footballguy
I don't mind moops. Kinda weird sometimes but we all are. Hell I just posted a pic of me in zubaz.
So I guess I'm supposed to get my future wife a present for the wedding day? WTF? Haven't weHasn't she spent enough already? I really wish someone would have told me this a while ago. Luckily I have some time to shop. I'm thinking a necklace or a bracelet? Or a CRing or a handle of Captain Morgan? Is it supposed to be something that she opens right before the ceremony? Can I "give it to her" that night?
So I guess I'm supposed to get my future wife a present for the wedding day? WTF? Haven't weHasn't she spent enough already? I really wish someone would have told me this a while ago. Luckily I have some time to shop. I'm thinking a necklace or a bracelet? Or a CRing or a handle of Captain Morgan? Is it supposed to be something that she opens right before the ceremony? Can I "give it to her" that night?
Leeroy Jenkins
Footballguy
Wait. You spend 10k+ on a ring, another ####load on a wedding and more on a honeymoon and you still have to buy some other ####### gift for the wedding day?! What a damn racket.
desert rose
Footballguy
For a wedding present I think I'd want a tree. Every year you could measure the growth in your relationship as well as the tree. You could watch it turn colors with the autumn frost, lose it's leaves and bear the winter snow, and come to life again in the spring. Birds will find shelter in its branches. You'd enjoy the comfort of its shade in the hot summer months. Your kids could build a treehouse and play for hours, imagining they're military spies or conservationists. And in 50 years, your great-grandchildren will be climbing into its branches.
But then again, who lives in the same place for 50 years? Get her a pair of earrings.
But then again, who lives in the same place for 50 years? Get her a pair of earrings.
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shamwow!
Footballguy
She had me We cut down the 3 trees we had after we moved in.
I got her earrings for Christmas 2 years ago. I can upgrade them I guess but that seems cheesy.Anyone got MC Hammers number? Maybe a pair of diamond encrusted zubaz?
Gadzooks
Footballguy
YOu buy her Lionel's greatest hits, or HOward The Duck DVD. SHAMWOW! I always do a fake karate chop when i say SHAMWOW!!
shamwow!
Footballguy
Oh and BTW, I took her to see Jersey Boys last night as a birthday present from back in early June. Obviously the Broadway cast wasn't coming to Milwaukee, but the show was still fantastic. If you haven't seen it and you have a chance to, I highly recommend it. It's worth the price of admission and then some.
/culture
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shamwow!
Footballguy
What if we already have both?
Josie Maran
Footballguy
Ok, so this is kind of bad. Not really bad, but pretty damn close.
Ok, maybe really bad.
Anyway, I had to drive from Youngstown to East Hampton NY today for a family vacation. Nine hours. So in preparation, I decided to drink like a Viking for 13 hours yesterday and get about 3 hours of horrible drunken heartburn-cursed sleep last night. And because of my drunken idiocy, it left me with tons of crap to do before I could even leave. So I'm running around all morning in 95 degree heat feeling like I'm gonna drop dead at any moment. The first thing was getting a haircut...I was sweating so bad the whole time that the chick was dabbing my forehead like she was a MASH nurse while Hawkeye was personally battling Death. I almost heaved on the stupid gown thing they throw over you.
So anyway, after 87 errands I get home to finally actually start packing. And I'm ready to just completely pass out at this point. My bed looked more inviting than Britney Spears' ### in 1999. But I really couldn't. Like, even for a minute.
So I realize that I have two problems (at that moment anyway) that needed to be dealt with. A brutal hangover and soul-crushing exhaustion. These two problems happen to have the same solution...one which I have become extremely familiar with over the last few months. Red Bull/Vodka/Green Tea/Lime Juice. Two cans of RB, consumed over about 4 hefty cocktails, and Homer J was right as rain and ready for a road trip.
I wasn't exactly drunk, per se. But I wasn't exactly sober either. Oh well, all good at that point. I was actually jamming to some tunes and fully rocking out by the time I finished packing the car.
Here's where it gets bad though. About two hours into the drive, I started crashing HARD. Like even worse than I'd been in the AM. Luckily, I had packed a portable glass w straw and a cooler filled w Red Bull and green tea. Unluckily, the vodka and lime juice were in a bag in the back seat...within arm's reach.
I was mixing cocktails at 75 miles per hour. Cocktails with 4 different ingredients, mind you. And a delicate balance. And they were spectacular. Now before I indict myself too much here, I held a good balance and maintained a happy medium where I could stay functional (and relatively free of horrendous back pain) without actually being hammered. But to be honest, I made a nine hour drive today being legally drunk for every second of it.
I've become a full blown alcoholic. And a moderately dangerous one, at that.
HIDE YO KIDS!!!!! HIDE YO WIVES!!!!!
Ok, maybe really bad.
Anyway, I had to drive from Youngstown to East Hampton NY today for a family vacation. Nine hours. So in preparation, I decided to drink like a Viking for 13 hours yesterday and get about 3 hours of horrible drunken heartburn-cursed sleep last night. And because of my drunken idiocy, it left me with tons of crap to do before I could even leave. So I'm running around all morning in 95 degree heat feeling like I'm gonna drop dead at any moment. The first thing was getting a haircut...I was sweating so bad the whole time that the chick was dabbing my forehead like she was a MASH nurse while Hawkeye was personally battling Death. I almost heaved on the stupid gown thing they throw over you.
So anyway, after 87 errands I get home to finally actually start packing. And I'm ready to just completely pass out at this point. My bed looked more inviting than Britney Spears' ### in 1999. But I really couldn't. Like, even for a minute.
So I realize that I have two problems (at that moment anyway) that needed to be dealt with. A brutal hangover and soul-crushing exhaustion. These two problems happen to have the same solution...one which I have become extremely familiar with over the last few months. Red Bull/Vodka/Green Tea/Lime Juice. Two cans of RB, consumed over about 4 hefty cocktails, and Homer J was right as rain and ready for a road trip.
I wasn't exactly drunk, per se. But I wasn't exactly sober either. Oh well, all good at that point. I was actually jamming to some tunes and fully rocking out by the time I finished packing the car.
Here's where it gets bad though. About two hours into the drive, I started crashing HARD. Like even worse than I'd been in the AM. Luckily, I had packed a portable glass w straw and a cooler filled w Red Bull and green tea. Unluckily, the vodka and lime juice were in a bag in the back seat...within arm's reach.
I was mixing cocktails at 75 miles per hour. Cocktails with 4 different ingredients, mind you. And a delicate balance. And they were spectacular. Now before I indict myself too much here, I held a good balance and maintained a happy medium where I could stay functional (and relatively free of horrendous back pain) without actually being hammered. But to be honest, I made a nine hour drive today being legally drunk for every second of it.
I've become a full blown alcoholic. And a moderately dangerous one, at that.
HIDE YO KIDS!!!!! HIDE YO WIVES!!!!!
Good Posting Judge
Footballguy
Really bad. People who drink and drive are worse than AIDS. Sorry GB.
Josie Maran
Footballguy
But for the record, this really proves that I am one SPECTACULAR f***ing bartender.
Seriously.
Seriously.
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