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"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl."
met up again with a chick i met in a bar a few weeks ago had a decent night, debating on going across the street to the bar by my house and drinking again or chilling. was up until like 6:30 so a bit tired.
Friday night went out for dinner and then chilled. We had a potuck bday party for my boyfriend last night. Oh..my head hurts from too much Strongbow and
It was really pretty outside last night with a fresh coating of snow.
Awww...I didn't mean A holes, as in "A holes"...I meant it like, as in, my friends....
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl."
drank for 11 hrs yesterday, finally passed out at 3:30 this morning only to wake up with a headache at 7:30. so i'm paying for yesterday right about now my funk soul brothas!
Don't let anyone drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance.
"some things simply aren’t meant to be bootybumped. Hard liquor is a prime example, as it will burn like a motherfuck."
yea, i couldn't help myself! about 3 yesterday afternoon i started with screwdrivers while sitting on the porch. it was about 65 degrees with a nice wind and pretty quite in the neighborhood.
anytime the atmosphere is like that i'm gonna be doomed the next day!
Don't let anyone drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance.
"some things simply aren’t meant to be bootybumped. Hard liquor is a prime example, as it will burn like a motherfuck."
First of all I can't flipping wait for tonight and the return of...
This weekend was definitely a good one. Friday night stayed in with a few friends and jammed some house tracks with some beers. Saturday I went out snowboarding all day it was great with sun and blue skies. Capped off Saturday night with WAY too much Jack Daniels. Today is all about the NFL playoffs and Jack Bauer...have a lazy one everbody
Laying low today after a crazy night yesterday....was at a wedding reception with an open bar last night for 2 really good friends of mine...good times
sigpic RIP Steve "Jibs" James - Your footprint is forever on my soul and in my heart xoxo RIP Jeff Shewchuk aka DJ Jeff Taylor (day_for_night) - You will live on in my heart forever xoxo
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.
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