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Post by gsphukd on Feb 4, 2005 4:06:39 GMT
Funny...you go from one forum to another and its like changing from a tux into a thong... I am talking about coming in here from HeadFi. HeadFi is a fantastic community and I love that place to death but sometimes I just want to loosen that tie or rip it off, use it as a sling for my substantial genitalia and romp around naked... So - I was just talking to the FedEX man about keeping my package away from his underarms for hygienic reasons and he sucker punched me. The irony is that the package contained specially ordered "MUSK" that is supposed to make the ladies swoon. I wore it to the mall and noticed that the lines were clearing faster before me than usual...hmmm... Another stoopid thing happened this afternoon. Tried to take the car out of the garage and found that in the 2 weeks that I had left it in there (because of the snow etc.) the water had frozen in and the tires were pretty much stuck in place. I started the car and gunned it and everything broke loose...including the wall of the garage when all 150 horses in a honda engine smashed through it Brilliant...time to break out the planks from the basement and redo that wall...I had just spent the last two days on the frickin roof fixing leaks and now this. Its a miracle my balls havent taken a permanent holiday from their usual duties because of the thermal abuse I was laying on them...I hope they dont quit on me too soon Aah...just as I thought...the frickin printer is out of paper. I wonder what the lady thinks when she sees an empty printer - FILL THE DAMN THING WITH PAPER!!! Dont empathize with me? tell me...what do you do when you see the fuel gauge in your car strike the E mark ? Dont tell me you head to the nearest race track to set some quick lap times Now that the printer is full I can proceed to print out those amex and visa statements before I mail them to my folks...im sure they eagerly await my mail every month More lata...keep jammin people!!
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 4, 2005 6:24:26 GMT
I suffer from some form of insomnia. Every time I hit the sack after a rather lazy day I feel like someone is sitting on my chest watching me die. Its nice to be loved... Im up at 1:30 am listening to music and burning-in a Dynahi amplifier to get it ready for a HeadFi meet and there isnt a better time to re-evaluate life as it flows... Its a river of refuse with little balls of shit that you have to learn to avoid as you wade through to the other side. I am not usually this pessimistic about life but hey...think about it...you live...and then you die I mean...how pessimistic is that!?? Which is why I have decided to make a will... 1] All my belongings go to my brother 2] All my debts also go to him 3] My audio equipment goes to my best friend 4] $100000 goes to my best friends son 5] Please inform him that I am his real father yeah...you get the picture... I plan to donate my car to nature conservation. Im gonna drive it off a bridge into the clear water. Hopefully the marine animals will decide to convert into a colony or coral reef sometime in the future... I'll also include coupons for free pizza just in case... I need to get back to bed but I am worried about waking up to a sobering hangover. I find that whacking my head with a hammer for a few minutes takes care of the worst headache. They can even use the same hammer to put the nails into my coffin after I am done...2 birds with one poisoned worm... Hah!
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 4, 2005 22:32:59 GMT
Yeah...so there was this lady in the middle of Buffalo downtown who looked like she was trying to cross the street. Age and the weather had caught up with her and she appeared to be just a few thousand heartbeats away from certain death. I felt sorry for her and approached her offering my hand in a gesture of goodwill...intending to lead her across the street...sacrificing my time and leaving my girlfriend on the other side of the road watching other guy's crotches with abnormal interest... Im not hung like a horse if thats what you think...quite the average joe with space to spare in my underpants. I dont understand all this modern obsession with size...what? are we competing with the animals now? So this lady takes one good look at me and screams RAPE RAPE!! and runs across the street barely missing a few cars and causing a few heart attacks. I vaguely remember a bus driver collapsing clutching his chest while the passengers in the bus cheered him on. Strange world... So I didnt have to leave my girl behind but I left here there all the same and crossed the street for no reason...I havent seen her since which is a good thing. I am fairly sure she wouldnt recognize my face if it was on a billboard placed strategically in her living room because her eyes never reach the horizontal plane...always at or below the belt level... I hate cab drivers who think it is cool to be friendly and chatty. I mean...shut the f**k up losers! I am IN your cab and you are a frickin driver so dont try to make small talk with me!! I have waaay too much shit in my head already from work, sex and parental pressure to sit and listen to you ramble about all those women you had in this very seat I am sitting in!! Come to think of it your cab smells rather bad...smells like horse shit and copious amounts of vomit. I guess you were the driver for those poor people who were too drunk before they could designate a driver And we come back to the topic of elderly women thinking they are still hot...get over it...your "heat" went away the day your breasts reached the floor when you were still standing. So get a life, stop thinking that every man out there wants you...regardless of his age...and start thinking of how you plan to spend your last few years ruining someones life with your needless complaining, nagging and medical bills... I can understand if someone comes in here..reads all this shit and decides I am completely psycho...well...this is a blog and a collection of a series of things that are pissing me off Heh...The next time I have the urge to take a leap out of my 12th storey office i'll stop, down the pants and take a leak instead...might fool the weatherman "heavy showers strike midtown manhattan!!" Whatever...cant think clearly when your vision is clouded by mindless hatred and meaningless rules that try to bind you to society. do we really need all these rules to live in harmony? Cant we all just get drunk, pass out, eat shit and mate...like normal people? Sometimes I think it would be a great idea if god were to actually exist...maybe things wouldnt be this f**ked up and people would actually have fun in their lives instead of bills to pay, deadlines to meet and random things to do just to keep themselves busy...to pass the time of day. If you want to pass the time of day - sit on the toilet seat, read a magazine and inhale the scent of reality. Life is a pile of shit...you have to deal with it.
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Post by PinkFloyd on Feb 4, 2005 23:26:12 GMT
I tend to agree with 99% of that GS.
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 4, 2005 23:41:26 GMT
Pinky - dont you have something to vent? I hope you dont mind me venting here...tell me if you do and I will immediately move all this offensive content to my resume
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Post by Captain on Feb 5, 2005 0:01:38 GMT
I tend to let the world roll off my shoulders, not through apathy just takes a real lot to piss me off. Reading your post this seems the easier option, better then beating your self up.
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 5, 2005 3:18:32 GMT
Getting drunk is an art. There are some people who have mastered this art and there those unfortunate souls who mutilate it beyond recognition until there is nothing left but a dull throbbing headache in the morning. I have observed that when you get "artfully" drunk you wake up ready for some hardcore action the next day. However when this is overdone then the only action you can get involved in is blinking your eyelids as fast as you can and try to set some sort of record doing so. Smoking AND drinking at the same time is a no no in my books. Smoking enhances the head related pain functions (hrpf's in engineering speak) and deadens the effect of the alcohol over a longer span of time...it may give you an instant kick... People dancing when inebriated is fun to watch. My friend latched on to a lamp and danced with it all night. I guess it never occured to him that it would have been less painful had he unplugged it first... Another friend thought "rolling" around on the ground was a great idea for a dance move. Well...he certainly collected all of us with him in the process. He got to sleep next to the door as punishment... On to less "boring" topics...I am drunk now. If I posted in this condition on any other board I would be banned in an instant. But as you can see - I can still make sense and my spelling is as tight as always...um...yea Another thing that pisses me off is the photographer at all major functions. Now this is one undesirable that doesnt deserve to be alive. Moments are for people to see and remember in their mind...now we have this mofo with a huge ass flash and camera and an apprentice to help him in his madness....and this mofo is BANG in the middle of the scene in between the people and the event...I guess they think that watching everything later will do...that recording the event on celluloid is more important than anything else.... I hit a photographer/cameraman once for getting in my face. I hate being photographed because I am butt ugly and my dog stays as far away on the leash as possible to avoid the "connection" between me and him when other female dogs check him out...I guess I am holding him back...hmmm...and unfortunately for me - having a cute dog with you at the beach hasnt really improved my date rate... I guess if you are as ugly as I am then there is no hope...might as well have a large gaping hole where your forehead used to be...nobody will notice I used to have manbreasts when I was SERIOUSLY fat. My girlfriend always wondered why I hated it when she put her arms around me when we rode around on my bike in India...Ack! I had better tits than she did...something to be proud of...something that would have given her a complex. Weddings are painful events. No one has commited enough sins to deserve an invitation to a freakin wedding...I have received several invites with a f**king "GIFT LIST" !!! I mean...cmon!! They expect you to bring a gift and they want to have a say in what you should "gift" them. I think this is practicality gone too f**king far. I dont go to weddings if I can help it. And if I do have the misfortune of being forced to go - I hand in an envelope with no name and a LOT of monopoly money....makes them smile when I am around and fume when I am gone...but they will never know who handed in that envelope. Another wedding trick is to hand in a monopoly envelope and quietly head around to the back. Now replace the "cards" on a nice gift with your customized card and put their card on your envelope...works every time if you are slight of hand Eating at weddings is another pain in the butt. Some moronic cameraman has to film EVERYTHING... Oh and if you do end up going to a Japanese wedding - take a mask with you because every motherf**ker in the area will have a brand new Sony camera to film the proceedings...I mean...YOU JUST SAW THE STUPID WEDDING!!! If they come near me with the business end of a camera - I give them the business end of my middle finger...of both hands...or a quick stab with the fork in the ocular area and the knife in the crotch...makes them GO AWAY!! I am paranoid of cameras because I look like an ass that got away from the carnival...oh and for some random anger - I am listening to Michael Jackson's "Earth Song" and it makes me want to head outdoors with an efficient motor saw and raze down every sign of vegetation. If this is the best the WWF for Nature can do then I am withdrawing all my financial support!! More random anger : Blockbuster Video. I mean...what a bunch of jerkoffs!! They give out coupons that state that "competitors coupons will be accepted". I mean..what sort of shit is that? ? Do these morons have competition at all? They have a store in every corner of the US of A and they are worried about competition? So worried that they will even accept their coupons?? What the competition should do is to hand out coupons that state that "The bearer of this coupon can take any and all the DVDs that they fancy and sodomize the employee at the counter with a big rubber dick" That will shut blockbuster up...assholes! I believe in crimes against the establishment. Robbing the bank is good entertainment for the people in next day's newspaper...more people watch TV and buy newspapers and magazines...maybe the media people should sponsor acts of violence, racism, wars, crime just to make more money...
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Post by rod on Feb 5, 2005 7:22:09 GMT
Hey GS, you NEED one of the forums below US site www.clangom.com/forum/viewforum.php?f=1&sid=cfc5f9bccb5e65c6e8c579619fefffdeUK site www.grumpieroldmen.co.uk/forum/phpBB210/index.phpeither that or some therapy ;D Entertaing reading though. Quote: "Weddings are painful events. No one has commited enough sins to deserve an invitation to a freakin wedding..." You might have enjoyed mine. Registry Office then a big party (in the pub). Copious quantities of alcohol - naturally - I also recall dancing about like a loon for most of the might (to MY choice of music - not the DJs). I think we crashed at 7am next day! Phew! Everybody had a GREAT time! All weddings should be this much fun.
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Post by PinkFloyd on Feb 5, 2005 9:10:23 GMT
Pinky - dont you have something to vent? I hope you dont mind me venting here...tell me if you do and I will immediately move all this offensive content to my resume Vent away my man, I'm sure I'll be joining you once I'm back to normal
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Post by Captain on Feb 5, 2005 15:22:46 GMT
I Its a river of refuse with little balls of shit that you have to learn to avoid as you wade through to the other side. I am not usually this pessimistic about life but hey...think about it...you live...and then you die I mean...how pessimistic is that!?? Can I share these Shatner lyrics with you. When on the rare occasion I feel the way you do I put on my phones and listen to Shatners words of wisdom. Live life mate, your going to die. William Shatner Lyrics You'll Have Time (William Shatner/Ben Folds) Live life Live life like you're gonna die Becasue you're gonna I hate to be the bearer of bad news But you're gonna die Maybe not today or even next year But before you know it you'll be saying "Is this all there was? What was all the fuss? Why did I bother?" Now, maybe you won't suffer maybe it's quick But you'll have time to think Why did I waste it? Why didn't I taste it? You'll have time Because you're gonna die. Yes it's gonna happen because it's happened to a lot of people I know My mother, my father, my loves The president, the kings and the pope They all had hope And they muttered just before they went Maybe, I won't let go Live life like you're gonna die Because you are Maybe you won't suffer maybe it's quick But you'll have time to think Why did I waste it? Why didn't I taste it? You'll have time 'Cause you're gonna die I tell you who else left us Passed on down to heaven no longer with us Johnny Cash, JFK, that guy in the Stones Lou Gehrig, Einstein, and Joey Ramone Have I convinced you? Do you read my lips? This may come as news but it's time You're gonna die You're gonna die By the time you hear this I may well be dead And you my friend might be next 'Cause we're all gonna die Yeah, oh maybe you won't suffer and maybe it's quick But you'll have time to think Why did I waste it? Why didn't I taste it? You'll have time You'll have time cause you're gonna die Yes, you're gonna die You're gonna die, I tell you You're gonna die You are gonna die 'Cause maybe you won't suffer maybe it's quick But you have time to think Why did I waste it? Why didn't I taste it? You'll have time 'cause you're gonna die Live Life Life life like you're gonna die Because you're going to Oh yes I hate to be the beater of bad news But you're gonna die Maybe not today or even next year But before you know it you'll be saying "Is this all there was? What was all the fuss? Why did I bother? Why did I waste it? Why didn't I taste it?" You'll have time, baby You'll have time 'Cause you're gonna die You are gonna die Oh yeah
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 6, 2005 14:47:53 GMT
LOL nice one I think I just write to ramble and let the free thoughts flow unhindered into the ether we call the internet... I have developed the despicable habit of blowing my nose loudly every morning after I wake up and every night before I retire...to dislodge all the gunk, dust, biospheres from my middle head. This makes me sleep better without snoring and I wake up feeling good. However...the noise involved in this process is like something you would experience near the elephant's enclosure at barnum and barnum...simply loud. Which gets me thinking about maybe soundproofing my bedroom and bathroom...even after marriage... Think about it...one bedroom for Mr and Mrs BUT two separate bathrooms...each one done to the owner's taste...mine will be soundproofed BIG time... I also dig the idea of planning a home theatre room and a relaxation room before the floorplans are drawn out for any house I build in the future. Perfectly shaped walls, roof for the home theatre...wall treatments...doors...no windows...no reflecting surfaces...that kind of thing. The relaxation room will have a fishtank, flowing water/waterfall, headphone system, lazyboy chair and books to read. Again soundproof but with a LARGE uninterrupted glass window overlooking the mountains... Aah!! I will never go to work with a house like this...I want to retire early...maybe as soon as I am 45 Life is to enjoy and not to spend behind a desk until you retire. Dont retire when the law tells you to retire...you decide when to retire and plan your life accordingly. Retiring at 45 means - getting married early, having 2 kids within a year of each other and not more than 5 years after marriage. Amassing enough money to pay for all that I want and for the kids future (keeping inflation etc. in mind). Setting up a business which keeps money flowing in even after you retire... Every man's dream eh?
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 6, 2005 18:13:00 GMT
I hate people who play playstation 2 after the age of 30. Yea...there are a lot of these LOSERS out there in the world. Since when did celebrating the "Midlife crisis" between 30 - 50 have anything to do with a sleek black box that made cute sounds?
What happened to the "slob" days?? Days when you would wake up, give the bird to the sun and then cover up again...wake up sometime in the afternoon...drown yourself in vodka or somesuch, have a smoke and maybe some of the healthy natural stuff like Ganja / Marijuana...
Everytime I think about the ease of access the anchovies in the medical profession have to these pep-uppers it drives me mad. Here is an entire generation of people who dedicate their lives to sobriety and properness...and at the end of the road is this garden full of the good stuff...awesome reward I must say!!
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Post by rod on Feb 6, 2005 20:52:52 GMT
Hey GS, You obviously haven't enjoyed the experience of scaring the shite out of yourself sneaking around in the dark wating for an alien to tear you to shreds (Alien Vs Predator - PC version), or felt the cold dread of suffocating horror that playing Silent Hill 2 engendered. As far as recent games go FarCry is a superb FPS. The graphics are sublime, and the game itself is a class-leader. I have recently completed Half-Life 2 which is similarly excellent. I do, of course play in the dark, with the cans on (through the wnaha) However, each to their own...
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 6, 2005 21:54:56 GMT
I played Far Cry...shat my load...decided to wear the same trousers for all these games...
gah!
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Post by rod on Feb 7, 2005 7:20:57 GMT
A diaper would be more hygenic!
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 7, 2005 15:04:52 GMT
I scare easy. Especially when you are home alone in a creaking wooden house with insufficient lighting All it takes is one grunt from a hidden monster in Doom 3 and I go on hyperdrive...I never remember being this scared from a computer game...Doom 3 really is da shit! Far Cry scares you on a more "subconcious" level because the monsters are hilarious...its just that they are pretty good at killing you...especially when you run into them at close quarters. Half Life 2 is just plain scary in an "adrenaline" sort of way...I hate those combine and I hate the levels with the turret placement gymnastics...nonsense!
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Post by rod on Feb 7, 2005 18:09:13 GMT
At the risk of turning this into a gamer thread... I loved HL2, but I kept hankering back to the original. I don't know if it is because it was more alien orientated, or the visit to Xen (the bouncing between rocks was hilarious). HL2 is more human / robot type action. However, the swamp-type jet-boat was excellent. I reckon FarCry is the best I have played for graphics alone. It took an absolute age to play as well. No chance of completing that in twelve hours or less! I haven't tried Doom 3, but will maybe look out for a copy on epay. Splinter Cell is also a great series with superb gameplay. I think a psychologist would have a field day with me. I like killing things, and also like being scared shitless. Living in a creaky house would be inviting a heart-attack with some of these games.
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 8, 2005 3:00:13 GMT
Doom 3 is the scariest game of all time (so far). It is the grand daddy of the series and dont listen to the naysayers...if you dont freak out after playing this game then you need to see a shrink...(cmon...none of that macho shit where you freak out at home and come in here with tales of bravado... ) Back to my tales of random anger... The laundry is another place where you have to face the unpleasant and unnecessary task of talking to people. These are people who've got no stake in your life, no stake in their lives probably but just happen to be in the same room with dirty laundry to air... They want to talk about EVERYTHING...about the superbowl game and how they lost a few bucks on McNabb. They want to talk about the sudden warm weather cycle that has eliminated the snow a full 1.5 months ahead of schedule. They want to talk about how they miss the white shit...a few weeks back these were the same people who would have been cursing the white stuff with a fire poker in one hand and a two way radio with god in the other. I dont need to hear this nonsense Hell lady...I have trouble measuring the right amounts of tide and oxyclean per wash...why the heck are you loading my mind with this blarney? Hubby dont listen to you back home? Maybe you should try a certain 1-800 number that you find on the back of sleazy magazines if you want someone to talk to...at least they dont care whether you have a good time or not...last time I called such a number the lady insisted on talking about her nipples when I was trying to focus on a spot far south of that...the lack of sync made me lose interest in the whole deal and I told her to spend the remainder of the time (pre-paid) talking to my desk Early next day the desk had sprouted a nubbly spot which I hadnt noticed before...dirty bugger...all that wood gone waste Ah how I love to drift from the important issues. So there was this line in front of the change machine...apparently someone had stuck a $5.00 bill in there...forced Lincoln into the orifice of that machine that pumped out quarters for use in the laundry...WHEN THERE WAS A HUGE BOARD RIGHT THERE THAT SAID - ONLY $1.00 BILLS!!! She must have thought she was very clever..."OOH $5.00 IS FIVE $1.00 BILLS RIGHT?" Well...WRONG YOU NUMBNUT!!! Quantitatively yes...Qualitatively with reference to context..NO!!! So grab the remains of Lincoln and beat it...you're forming a line as long as a politician's nose (assuming pinocchio was the real deal). Something snapped in me when this black dude comes up to me and says..."Not feeling the chill eh brother?" (I was in shorts and a T-Shirt and it was still fairly cold but not unbearable. I said..." No - I am from florida where the sun shines even up your asshole!" He gave me this laugh which just incensed me even more...I asked him where he was from and he said "Kalamazoo" and I just broke out laughing on the outside while wishing he was full of holes from a semi-automatic rifle - on the inside!! Ever hear the phrase "Its groundhog day!! yippee!!" Ok so what the f**k are you celebrating? Those groundhogs have been sleeping all winter while we suffer plodding through several feet of snow and god knows what else!! The stupid animal buries itself and waits it out while we go to work ONLY to make money for some rich f**k who plants his ass along with the coconut and palm trees on some tropical island. We clothe ourselves in multiple layers while he gallivants around topless and maybe even bottomless with arms around several nubile hotties! We pay taxes while he does everything possible to avoid paying taxes... Dont expenses qualify as tax returns?? Basically employees are expenses for the employer...we show up as tax returns on the financial documents of the company. Yet we pay taxes...we are taxed repeatedly for things we buy, things we do, things we eat, things we think...If we pay taxes for all this shit then we shouldnt have to pay taxes again!! Evading tax payments is no longer a crime...it is a justifiable motion if all your tax money is headed to Iraq (have you seen the latest budget?). Now if this is something you dont believe in why the heck must you pay for it? People should be allowed to chose where their money goes...I dont want a committe to decide how I should spend my money. f**k that! Am I antisocial? Absolutely...I hate order, rules, regulations, parking meters (I always fill up the slots with plenty of chewing gum), gym fees, road tax, taxes in general, cable tv, advertisements on paid cable tv, advertisements in my mailbox - I f**king burn that shit right there in the mail room - it is SPAM!! unsolicited crap!! Phew...I am still raring to go but I will drop off the radar now...the wine is starting to take effect and I have an olive lodged in my throat. So goodbye ladies...for now...prepare for more rage later...
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Post by gsphukd on Feb 17, 2005 3:18:30 GMT
So I am going to London this summer...yeah... Big parties planned for this summer and im gonna be there helping out my aunt and uncle with the logistical struggles that accompany such unnecessary and unproductive events. The only hopes that I had of scoring with a girl was at a similar party in summer 2003. We had an amazing private performance for about 100 guests by my favorite artist - Steve Harley. Well the bum is old, permanently high and full of life...and foul language. He constantly asked me to SATISFY HIS CARNAL NEEDS during the mid-show, pre-show and post show breaks. Well he had fun too...long time no show and therefore no money - so he jumped on my offer Anyway. AS I said in a thread on h*a*fi - I am brushing up on my accent and my phrases...trouble with these f**king brits is that unless you speak in their accent...they dont understand shit. Well...the americans are no better...you can speak in ANY accent you want and they still dont understand shit My point is - since when did accents start to make such a big deal? Since when did people get so petty and small that "the way words are said" started to have meaning in their lives...that having an accent was cool and the MORE Pikey you were...the cooler you became...until you stepped into central London with a rather obvious pike accent... And someone sets you on FIRE!!!! Ah well...different ways to stage a protest against "primness" folks...choose your wars wisely As you can probably already tell - I am thoroughly drunk and still have several bottles to go before I am satiated. This is one way of insulating myself from the madness that prevails in this world and still wake up to see another day. The other way to insulate yourself is quicker, a bit painful and permanent...but lets not try that shall we Being drunk is a skill and an art form. Some people BLOW at being drunk and ruin the fun for everyone else by making an ass of themselves. A good drunk is one who holds his dinner...a good drunk is one who doesnt crash the family minivan...a good drunk is one who crashes a freinds sports car...a good drunk is one who gets pissed on saturday night and makes it to church the next morning.... Confessionals anyone? Huh...nevamind. I have heard of cases where churches are accused of recording confessions made by powerful people and using it as blackmail for money. I thought "f**kING GOOD IDEA MAN!!! THE BEST IDEA THE CHURCH HAS HAD IN CENTURIES!!!" I mean...everyone has secrets right? and everyone wants to keep their secrets right? Smart buggers...they have a nose for money... Coming back to this party business. Planning a party in London is a BIG deal. You need to send out invitations, ask for a response and then plan accordingly. Skip all that shit and get to the core issues here... WE dont care how many people show up. There isnt going to be enough food anyway...only drinks...and nobody has EVER complained... God I need to get another stiff drink...be back in a few hangovers time
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