So there is this guy named Cookie, and he has a talent. A gift, really. He is a practitioner of some kind of horrible black magic whereby he can take a train wreck and dissolve it into some watermelon juice. And it tastes perfectly harmless. It is not harmless. It crushes your soul.
Happy birthday Roger!
Quote from: V3X on November 04, 2012, 05:05:07 PM
So there is this guy named Cookie, and he has a talent. A gift, really. He is a practitioner of some kind of horrible black magic whereby he can take a train wreck and dissolve it into some watermelon juice. And it tastes perfectly harmless. It is not harmless. It crushes your soul.
Happy birthday Roger!
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Musta been a hell of a party.
Quote from: CAKE on November 05, 2012, 03:31:36 PM
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Musta been a hell of a party.
It was. Nothing outrageous, just a lot of friends getting together and getting bombed out of our skulls on Cookie's horror juice.
I
still feel like crap.
Quote from: CAKE on November 05, 2012, 03:31:36 PM
:lulz:
Musta been a hell of a party.
Yes, although I did commit a party foul by inviting my long lost friend who I hadn't seen in 10 years, since he also lives in Tucson. He showed up half drunk and within 45 minutes was alternating between wrestling me to the ground, pissed off because I'd escaped Tucson and done something with my life, and melting into his jungle juice about his ex girlfriend and wishing he were dead. Ultimately he passed out for an hour in his car after I stole his keys from him, and then passed out on the host's sofa - and I haven't heard from him since. I'm a terrible friend, I guess, but he's a terrible drunk, so we're even.
That really was a minor point, however, in a night filled with pig, strawberry shortcake, laughter, and holy prophesying. Also, a lot of people called Roger old and crotchety to his face and got away with it, so he must have been in a decent mood. The alcohol poisoned me for a while, although not the point of purging itself. And usually I only reach such levels of righteousness with the aid of
real intoxicants, so I was pleased. You should have been there!
Quote from: V3X on November 05, 2012, 04:12:40 PM
Quote from: CAKE on November 05, 2012, 03:31:36 PM
:lulz:
Musta been a hell of a party.
Yes, although I did commit a party foul by inviting my long lost friend who I hadn't seen in 10 years, since he also lives in Tucson. He showed up half drunk and within 45 minutes was alternating between wrestling me to the ground, pissed off because I'd escaped Tucson and done something with my life, and melting into his jungle juice about his ex girlfriend and wishing he were dead. Ultimately he passed out for an hour in his car after I stole his keys from him, and then passed out on the host's sofa - and I haven't heard from him since. I'm a terrible friend, I guess, but he's a terrible drunk, so we're even.
That really was a minor point, however, in a night filled with pig, strawberry shortcake, laughter, and holy prophesying. Also, a lot of people called Roger old and crotchety to his face and got away with it, so he must have been in a decent mood. The alcohol poisoned me for a while, although not the point of purging itself. And usually I only reach such levels of righteousness with the aid of real intoxicants, so I was pleased. You should have been there!
Alex wasn't a reflection on you. He was just hammered.
Last party there, I had invited someone who was a stranger to the group. Same thing happened, except much louder. Nobody though anything of that, and nobody blamed you for Alex.
I'm sure he's an okay guy when he isn't hammered.
Eh. I suppose so.
But I did have to spray him down with some Holy, when he got to the topic of actual suicide. And son of a bitch... spewing forth the truth doesn't just burn the listener.