Open Bar 3.17 - now more glitchy than ever!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Pshaw. Domestic beer is fucking delicious.

If you disagree, you might be in a sub-par country.

You are of course not counting "beer" such as Coors, Bud, and Miller.

[Suu]

Pshaw. Domestic beer is fucking delicious.

If you disagree, you might be in a sub-par country.

America has delicious beer, just not the mass-marketed ones brewed with rice.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Pshaw. Domestic beer is fucking delicious.

If you disagree, you might be in a sub-par country.

OH YOU KNOW WHERE I AM!!!

You are of course not counting "beer" such as Coors, Bud, and Miller.

See, now that is what they consider "domestic" here in MO.  the state of all hail the king budweiser

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Domestics like Bud, miller, Coors, etc..

"domestics" like Dogfish Head, Bell's, Cigar City don't count. They're considered...



why am I explaining this.

WHO CARES

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Oh BTW, I accepted a job with another company this morning. With normal hours, more money and a lot of growth opportunities (which I know aren't bullshit cause a lot of friends work there and have all been promoted at some point).

It still isn't a LOT of money, but it's incentive to do well to move up.
It's a pretty big company that seems to care about morale. I'm not used to that.

I think the bank is giving us bagels for a xmas party. Fuck them.


I may light a match on my way out. There's a LOT of paper in there.

[Suu]

Oh BTW, I accepted a job with another company this morning. With normal hours, more money and a lot of growth opportunities (which I know aren't bullshit cause a lot of friends work there and have all been promoted at some point).

It still isn't a LOT of money, but it's incentive to do well to move up.
It's a pretty big company that seems to care about morale. I'm not used to that.

I think the bank is giving us bagels for a xmas party. Fuck them.


I may light a match on my way out. There's a LOT of paper in there.

Congrats!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Oh BTW, I accepted a job with another company this morning. With normal hours, more money and a lot of growth opportunities (which I know aren't bullshit cause a lot of friends work there and have all been promoted at some point).

It still isn't a LOT of money, but it's incentive to do well to move up.
It's a pretty big company that seems to care about morale. I'm not used to that.

I think the bank is giving us bagels for a xmas party. Fuck them.


I may light a match on my way out. There's a LOT of paper in there.

Good for you.  That place you were at sounds like a heaping pile of shit.

[East Coast Hustle]

Pshaw. Domestic beer is fucking delicious.

If you disagree, you might be in a sub-par country.

You are of course not counting "beer" such as Coors, Bud, and Miller.

As I said, you are clearly in a sub-par country.

This Kalik Gold is fucking delicious.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Oh BTW, I accepted a job with another company this morning. With normal hours, more money and a lot of growth opportunities (which I know aren't bullshit cause a lot of friends work there and have all been promoted at some point).

It still isn't a LOT of money, but it's incentive to do well to move up.
It's a pretty big company that seems to care about morale. I'm not used to that.

I think the bank is giving us bagels for a xmas party. Fuck them.


I may light a match on my way out. There's a LOT of paper in there.

Good for you.  That place you were at sounds like a heaping pile of shit.

Words can not express how heaping that pile of shit is.
I hate that place with the power of a thousand supernova-ing suns.

However I'm still debating on keeping that one too. the hours don't conflict and the money would be great.

[Suu]

Oh BTW, I accepted a job with another company this morning. With normal hours, more money and a lot of growth opportunities (which I know aren't bullshit cause a lot of friends work there and have all been promoted at some point).

It still isn't a LOT of money, but it's incentive to do well to move up.
It's a pretty big company that seems to care about morale. I'm not used to that.

I think the bank is giving us bagels for a xmas party. Fuck them.


I may light a match on my way out. There's a LOT of paper in there.

Good for you.  That place you were at sounds like a heaping pile of shit.

Words can not express how heaping that pile of shit is.
I hate that place with the power of a thousand supernova-ing suns.

However I'm still debating on keeping that one too. the hours don't conflict and the money would be great.

Yeah, but do you really WANT to? That would be a lot of hours not spent with your family and kitties...just saying.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

As I said, you are clearly in a sub-par country.

Yes, not all of us can enjoy first-world lifestyles. We cannot afford.  We live in tense.  We are led by scoundrels and fools, and nobody can quite figure out how it happened.  The beer is piss, the weed is moldy and won't light, the traffic always sucks even - especially - after road "improvements", you can't buy a decent car, the liberals are all arch-conservatives and the conservatives are all barking mad.  We are hemmed in by prison walls made out of "box stores" and strip malls that are all the same and fast food restaurants.  There's no fucking end to it, and anyone who suggests that there might be a better way is labeled a terrorist.

The sun is too bright, someone turned the gravity up, and we're all fucked up on one drug or another, just to make us forget the stark horror of being alive in America in 2011.  Our jobs - those of us that have jobs - make us work 70+ hours a week for the privilege of having somewhere to sleep, and gas money to get to said job, and not much else.  There's no fucking end to it.  This is not the future we were promised, where robots would do all the shit work, and we'd fly around with jetpacks.  Instead, we got Twitter and ipads and 500 channels of shit to watch on the television.

It makes me want to puke or maybe find whomever is responsible and choke the dogshit out of them.  

But then I take my pills, and everything gets a little better, and what's all the fuss about, right?  Gonna sit here and listen to the radio.  They're playing an add for more pills, and then there'll be MUSIC, music written for wide-eyed young "discoveries" to sing to me while I melt out of my own asshole.  Deep, moving songs about teardrops on her guitar and maybe even some Katy Perry singing about California girls that will, I am told, "melt your popsickle".  And then everything's all right again, here in this best of all possible worlds.

I love Big Brother.

*bang*

[Cain]

I have a sore throat #isitswineflu

[Don Coyote]

No blood in my pee this morning.

HOORAY BEER!

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

As I said, you are clearly in a sub-par country.

Yes, not all of us can enjoy first-world lifestyles. We cannot afford.  We live in tense.  We are led by scoundrels and fools, and nobody can quite figure out how it happened.  The beer is piss, the weed is moldy and won't light, the traffic always sucks even - especially - after road "improvements", you can't buy a decent car, the liberals are all arch-conservatives and the conservatives are all barking mad.  We are hemmed in by prison walls made out of "box stores" and strip malls that are all the same and fast food restaurants.  There's no fucking end to it, and anyone who suggests that there might be a better way is labeled a terrorist.

The sun is too bright, someone turned the gravity up, and we're all fucked up on one drug or another, just to make us forget the stark horror of being alive in America in 2011.  Our jobs - those of us that have jobs - make us work 70+ hours a week for the privilege of having somewhere to sleep, and gas money to get to said job, and not much else.  There's no fucking end to it.  This is not the future we were promised, where robots would do all the shit work, and we'd fly around with jetpacks.  Instead, we got Twitter and ipads and 500 channels of shit to watch on the television.

It makes me want to puke or maybe find whomever is responsible and choke the dogshit out of them.  

But then I take my pills, and everything gets a little better, and what's all the fuss about, right?  Gonna sit here and listen to the radio.  They're playing an add for more pills, and then there'll be MUSIC, music written for wide-eyed young "discoveries" to sing to me while I melt out of my own asshole.  Deep, moving songs about teardrops on her guitar and maybe even some Katy Perry singing about California girls that will, I am told, "melt your popsickle".  And then everything's all right again, here in this best of all possible worlds.

I love Big Brother.

*bang*

[The Good Reverend Roger]

As I said, you are clearly in a sub-par country.

Yes, not all of us can enjoy first-world lifestyles. We cannot afford.  We live in tense.  We are led by scoundrels and fools, and nobody can quite figure out how it happened.  The beer is piss, the weed is moldy and won't light, the traffic always sucks even - especially - after road "improvements", you can't buy a decent car, the liberals are all arch-conservatives and the conservatives are all barking mad.  We are hemmed in by prison walls made out of "box stores" and strip malls that are all the same and fast food restaurants.  There's no fucking end to it, and anyone who suggests that there might be a better way is labeled a terrorist.

The sun is too bright, someone turned the gravity up, and we're all fucked up on one drug or another, just to make us forget the stark horror of being alive in America in 2011.  Our jobs - those of us that have jobs - make us work 70+ hours a week for the privilege of having somewhere to sleep, and gas money to get to said job, and not much else.  There's no fucking end to it.  This is not the future we were promised, where robots would do all the shit work, and we'd fly around with jetpacks.  Instead, we got Twitter and ipads and 500 channels of shit to watch on the television.

It makes me want to puke or maybe find whomever is responsible and choke the dogshit out of them.  

But then I take my pills, and everything gets a little better, and what's all the fuss about, right?  Gonna sit here and listen to the radio.  They're playing an add for more pills, and then there'll be MUSIC, music written for wide-eyed young "discoveries" to sing to me while I melt out of my own asshole.  Deep, moving songs about teardrops on her guitar and maybe even some Katy Perry singing about California girls that will, I am told, "melt your popsickle".  And then everything's all right again, here in this best of all possible worlds.

I love Big Brother.

*bang*

I figured I'd better say that before the break the rat cages out.