Irish Cream, You-rish Cream, We All…Fuggit

Halloweenie

So I’m prepping my Halloween costume accessories for Shatton’s Halloween party on Friday. Trying to make masking tape look like steel is a pain in the arse.

But I did it.

So in celebration, I’m having a wholesome glass or three of milk, with a healthy pour of Irish Cream. It’s a sleep aid, so they tell me.

Who they are, I haven’t the foggiest. But they are smart. BELEIVE IT!

It’s been a while since any of us have posted here. But here I am.

And with that, I’ll bid you adieu.

 

Purple

Is there a secret to the drinking of the red wine to excess and not getting the purple teeth?  Because I can’t seem to pull that off.  The alternatives are either: that no one drinks red wine to excess anywhere outside their home, that those who do drink red wine to excess always have toothpaste and a toothbrush on hand, or that I have especially stain-prone teeth.  I’m not find of either of those options, so I’m gunning for a secret that no one’s telling me.  Wine also makes me drowsy but unable to sleep too, which is all kinds of frigged up.

 Elsewise, THX-1138 is good for about the first thirty minutes, but exponentially less interesting after that.   I don’t like it, and as I represent the Everyman, I’m too assume that no one has really liked it.

 

Fakhing sour puss

Things I am too drunk to do:

• interview anyone
• go to the bathroom unassisted
• be up this late

I’ve got about an hour and a half of interview material that I’ve got to cut down to about six minutes.  Should be interesting.  In other news, it’s really fucking late right now.  It’s about two hours later than I usually stay up, so I’m feeling pretty rock star-ish right now. 

In other other news, we’ve had a whole lot of Sour Puss right.  Tastes like Kool-Aid.  Also seems to be as intoxicating as Kool-Aid, but I could be diluded.  If I barf on Jorge’s keyboard before I post this, then I’m perhaps drunker than I think. 

 

Winterviewed

To Be Interviewed

Right now I’m just closing up an interview with Dave. While he insists that interviewing a close friend is hard, it’s certainly hard answering all of the questions.

It’s been pretty cool.

We’re hanging out here (it’s 3:00 in the morning) drinking shots of Sour Puss, which is a Raspberry concoction that’s making my teeth hairier by the minute.

Hopefully my interviewer will chime in at some point.

Watch Dave’s blog for the audio clips of that legendary interview.

 

And tonight thank god it’s them instead of us

Dave, yo.  This is the fourteenth someodd McLean shooter party.  Not bad, all in all.  Lots of strange booze shortages, or at least one part of a pairing.  Southern Comfort and no Amaretto, Kahluha and no Baileys.  Ended up making all kins of random shots, none to popular.  But the important thing is: i got all kinds a loaded.  Wick. Ed.  Also: don’t ever buy Watermelon Schnapps.  All kinds of nast, that is. 

Sarsh says: Merry Christmas, kiddos!  It has been a long, cold sabbatical for me, both with the booze and with Wasted Time.  I am back, at least for the time being.  And just in time for the annual McLean Xmas shooter party (which, we must admit, was quite tame this year).  Mmm…rum and egg nog. 

Not much to add from my end. We are writing this surreptitously from the home of my in-laws in G-twon.  Scandalous!  Back to the O-town we head tomorrow.  Dr. Bombshell will be with us, so there may be additional postings from the three of us.  We will see.  In the meantime, enjoy the holiday season.

 

Christmas Spirits

WTF

As I sit here, enjoying my Gingerbread WhyNatte, I wonder what the fugg has been dumped into the drinking water around here.

Around here being the Earth in general.

Certainly the year has been good to me, but for everyone else it seems shite-like.

People being dicks in general, bad stuff happening, etc.

It’s like the year of two thousand and suck but not for me. Just for most of the people around me.

I mean, I’ve been exposed to dickwadish behaviour, certainly. But really, I try not to let it get to me. It is frustrating, to be sure, but my life won’t end because people are being bucking fuffalos.

 

Howdy partners. Haven’t been around these parts in a while. Don’t really have anything to say, but I’m drunk and home at 11 pm on a Friday nite, so thought that I”d post. And, for the record, I’m only drunky drunky ‘cuz the Canucks were losing losing and Liana fed me a half a bottle of wine to help me drown my sorrows. Then i took a fun bus ride home where I discussed Judism wiht a random who was on the bus on his way home from synagogue. Which was good, ‘cuz it helped distract me from the biting cold and the looong wait for the bus.

That is all.

 

Seven Eleven Heaven

How To Have a Great Evening

1. Receive a lot of pressure from people.
2. Fugg up a simple kata four times in front of the whole class 3 days before your grading.
3. Go home feeling like dung.
4. On the way home grab a massive grape Slushee from 7-11.
5. When you get home pour a glass of rum in it.
6. Drink and play shoot-em-up games.

Now that is awesome.

 

most well-deserved drunk in recent memory

This may or may not be true, but I feel like this weekend coming up is the first absolutely free weekend I’ve had in about ninety-seven months.  Here’s the plans, for anyone who plans to call me:

Friday: Get good and properly drunk.  Not blind drunk, not incontinent drunk, just comfortably numb, happy-go-lucky, night-sweaty drunk. 

 Saturday: Do some work (yeah, I know–wtf is that all about).  Then engage in online frivolity, get some sweet, then maybe watch March of the Penguins.   (We’re all about honesty here at Wasted Time.)

Sunday: Observe the sabbath.  Literally.  Just watch those poor sumbitches drive off to church at 8am while I watch them out the window drinking coffee and not wearing pants.

 That spells G-O-O-D–T-I-M-E-S, people.

 

Maybe I shouldnt’ t have decided to have a glass of wine while I prepared dinner, at 10 pm, after going for a 14 km run, then going to the store ‘cuz I didn’t have any pizza sauce and goddamnit i needed pizza and somehow it became 10 pm ‘cuz I had to work today and didn’t get home until like 5:30 pm and 14 km takes a long time to run. And I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.  And I lost 4 lbs on my run, i’m not making that up.  It’s true.  I must be really dehydrated, which means my blood voilume is really low and so my EtOH concentration must be high. But Iswear to you that I’ve only have 1/2 a glass of wine, but I nearly fell over when I just stood up just now.   Fuck, I’m such a cheap drunk.  Whow ould believe that the Jager Bombshell is a cheap drunk. BUt it’s true.  But not so drunk that I didn’t remember to put up my photo this time.  Are you proud of me, Brown Sugar Daddy?