Not as bad as I thought
All day long I've been consumed by a rather nauseating question: how could I, even with my prodigious capacity, consume fourteen beers between 4:00 PM and 11:00 PM yesterday? I found four cans left this morning. Doing the math, I had fourteen. How?!?! How in the fucking fuck?!?
As it turns out, I got a 12-Pack, rather than my intended 18-Pack (the fridge packs are kind of close in size), and only had eight.
Phew! I'm only a borderline alcoholic after all!
posted by b-dub at
7:59 PM
2 Comments:
Yeah, I read that. Great piece.
Gather is great, but you can't say FUCKING SHIT on Gather without censoring yourself. FUCK that. I'm'a keep doing both, yo. This is just a more visceral path from my brain, or what's left thereof...
9:39 PM
Last weekend I got a flank steak, some broccoli rabe, and a 12 pack. Add Eagles football to that mix and I'm one happy mofo (wait, no censoring... MOTHER FUCKER!!!). Even preseason is great after a seven month drought, hence the excitement and indulgence. When I grabbed my self-imposed last of the night, I realized that left only one beer. All alone in the chilly 'fridge... kinda fucked up for a school night.
11:49 PM
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