ASK ME ANYTHING
Ask me that tomorrow morning when I get up for work
On a scale of one to how many chicks did you pick up, how good was your body odor and dancing skill?
Quote from: Pinprop on November 04, 2011, 04:12:32 AM
On a scale of one to how many chicks did you pick up, how good was your body odor and dancing skill?
I happen to be an exceptional dancer, and I smell amazing. I wear TokyoMilk perfume
What have you been bending on?
Quote from: Net on November 04, 2011, 04:28:20 AM
What have you been bending on?
Sweet tea vodka with lemonade til i ran out of lemonade, then til i ran out of vodka. then homebrewed applejack. don't worry, i stopped to eat and go fabric shopping tho
spinning in bed weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Hope you feel OK today Suu!
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
at the rate I'm going? Probably pretty fucking soon.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:33:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
at the rate I'm going? Probably pretty fucking soon.
They have juke boxes in those places, you know. You can listen to Bad Company or even Led Zepplin while you pass out with your face plastered to the bar. You can tell the high class places, because the floors are level. Try to ignore the mullets on the 45-50 year old guys that will drool on themselves while they give you their best pickup lines from the 80s.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:38:35 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:33:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
at the rate I'm going? Probably pretty fucking soon.
They have juke boxes in those places, you know. You can listen to Bad Company or even Led Zepplin while you pass out with your face plastered to the bar. You can tell the high class places, because the floors are level. Try to ignore the mullets on the 45-50 year old guys that will drool on themselves while they give you their best pickup lines from the 80s.
"I WAS BOORNNN......SIX GUN IN MY HAAAAAAAAND...." *FACE PLANTS*
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:49:54 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:38:35 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:33:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
at the rate I'm going? Probably pretty fucking soon.
They have juke boxes in those places, you know. You can listen to Bad Company or even Led Zepplin while you pass out with your face plastered to the bar. You can tell the high class places, because the floors are level. Try to ignore the mullets on the 45-50 year old guys that will drool on themselves while they give you their best pickup lines from the 80s.
"I WAS BOORNNN......SIX GUN IN MY HAAAAAAAAND...." *FACE PLANTS*
Also, the many and varied songs of AC/DC.
There will probably be a pool table with unidentifiable stains on it. Everyone in the place will be in their 50s, even if they're really only 30. Most of them will sit perfectly still and concentrate on the job at hand (ie, to get drunk on cheap liquor or shitty beer). A couple will be loud and obnoxious, which they will mistake for being "rowdy".
And the bathroom will smell like Johnny Cash.
(He's been dead for about 10 years.)
I've been told that I was approximately 51 years old quite often this summer. This place seems to fit the bill.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:57:22 PM
I've been told that I was approximately 51 years old quite often this summer. This place seems to fit the bill.
Well, if you're going to drink yourself blind, you may as well do it right.
Ensure that you leave lipstick on the glass for the next customer.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 05:00:12 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:57:22 PM
I've been told that I was approximately 51 years old quite often this summer. This place seems to fit the bill.
Well, if you're going to drink yourself blind, you may as well do it right.
Ensure that you leave lipstick on the glass for the next customer.
Yes sir. Bright fucking red, too.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.
This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.
A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.
Godfuckingdammit.
WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN.
Quote from: Nigel on November 04, 2011, 05:26:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.
This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.
A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.
Godfuckingdammit.
Might want to get some blood work done.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 05:31:39 PM
WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN.
WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK THINK?
Actually I think it confuses some of the otherwise eligible bachelors I meet through the local art scene, so I'd better stay single if I ever want a boyfriend again. :lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 05:32:39 PM
Quote from: Nigel on November 04, 2011, 05:26:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.
This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.
A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.
Godfuckingdammit.
Might want to get some blood work done.
Among other things. If only I had money, or insurance.
It's probably just liver cancer; be over in no time.
Quote from: Nigel on November 04, 2011, 05:36:23 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 05:31:39 PM
WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN.
WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK THINK?
Actually I think it confuses some of the otherwise eligible bachelors I meet through the local art scene, so I'd better stay single if I ever want a boyfriend again. :lol:
*sniff*
Lol, nah it's cool.
I think I'm going to crawl around Providence like a black widow, eating my mates for a while.
Quote from: Nigel on November 04, 2011, 05:26:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.
This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.
A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.
Godfuckingdammit.
I have a stash of psilocybin caramels that work wonderfully as a stand-in for bourbon in the "I wanna get REALLY WEIRD and inflict myself on people who need inflicting" department.
Just try not to pull an ECHGF and start yelling at the old ladies on the lawn of the nursing home that no amount of contrails in the sky can cover up the fact that they smell like death. :lulz:
I'm really not doing good, right now.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 05:58:57 PM
I'm really not doing good, right now.
Yeah, the daytime heartbreak bender rarely goes well IME. My advice: Eat something, switch to water, and ride it out.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on November 04, 2011, 05:57:36 PM
Quote from: Nigel on November 04, 2011, 05:26:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 04, 2011, 04:09:48 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 04:07:50 PM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 04, 2011, 01:53:40 PM
hope you're not too hung over Suu!
Quote from: 'Kai' ZLB, M.S. on November 04, 2011, 03:51:33 AM
Was it worth it?
THE BENDER HAS CONTINUED AND WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I FEEL SATISFIED.
Today is a wine day.
You may continue to ask me anything.
At what point do we all just meet at a corner bar every day and spend all of our evenings drinking ourselves to death?
Given what's been happening to me when I drink, I might have a far lower threshold for "to death" than the rest of you cats.
This saddens me, because in the good old days I would just go spend a couple of weeks/months after a breakup getting loaded, banging strippers and traumatizing hippies until the city of heartbreak relented and cut me some goddamn breathing room. These days, though, a couple of weak beers and a few sips of bourbon leave me sick and incapacited for days, and that's without ever leaving the house.
A girl can't properly redistribute the heartbreak without leaving the house.
Godfuckingdammit.
I have a stash of psilocybin caramels that work wonderfully as a stand-in for bourbon in the "I wanna get REALLY WEIRD and inflict myself on people who need inflicting" department.
Just try not to pull an ECHGF and start yelling at the old ladies on the lawn of the nursing home that no amount of contrails in the sky can cover up the fact that they smell like death. :lulz:
Oh dear! :lulz:
Fuck this, I think I'm moving to Portland.
How are the schools there?
Got a room I can rent, Nigel?
I'm going to fucking abandon everything here in New England and start fresh on the Wessssiiiiiiiiiiide.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 06:02:58 PM
Fuck this, I think I'm moving to Portland.
How are the schools there?
Got a room I can rent, Nigel?
I'm going to fucking abandon everything here in New England and start fresh on the Wessssiiiiiiiiiiide.
Mind the bridges.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 06:02:58 PM
Fuck this, I think I'm moving to Portland.
How are the schools there?
Got a room I can rent, Nigel?
I'm going to fucking abandon everything here in New England and start fresh on the Wessssiiiiiiiiiiide.
If you're actually for serious serious, let me know. We're not interested in having an actual roommate, but I may be able to convince ECHGF that we could rent you the spare room for cheap for a few weeks so you have a chance to look for housing in person. Hell, might even have an open unit in our building or the other building that my godfather and his brother own.
I can offer no useful information or opinions on the schools in the area other than to note that there are some.
Providence is a fucking black hole. At this rate, I'd rather live on top of a goddamn volcano with two other stratavolcanoes on my flanks. If I'm gonna go, I'm gonna do it in BOILING HOT MAGMA.
PSU is not bad at all. The job situation is MOTHERFUCKING HARD though; bartending is a highly coveted position and it's all about who you know. I have a room now; I have one person interested who is coming to look at it next week though. You can always couch-surf until you find a place, though, and my friend b is also looking for a housemate.
I should really come and check the area out first, before committing to a cross-country LOLWTF.
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 07:50:29 PM
I should really come and check the area out first, before committing to a cross-country LOLWTF.
I definitely do not recommend moving across the country on a whim without visiting a couple times first.
I mean, it's a good way to shake things up if they need shaken up, but a bad idea in general.
One thing you need to think of is what your support system is like where you are vs. where you're going.
Aren't you like halfway through school or something? You would almost certainly do better finishing up your program before moving ANYWHERE.
Quote from: Nigel on November 04, 2011, 10:06:05 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 04, 2011, 07:50:29 PM
I should really come and check the area out first, before committing to a cross-country LOLWTF.
I definitely do not recommend moving across the country on a whim without visiting a couple times first.
I mean, it's a good way to shake things up if they need shaken up, but a bad idea in general.
One thing you need to think of is what your support system is like where you are vs. where you're going.
Aren't you like halfway through school or something? You would almost certainly do better finishing up your program before moving ANYWHERE.
I agree. You may not be a Dr. Suu at that point, but at least get your bachelors done with.
I was looking at masters programs. I wouldn't run away from URI right now, not with just 3 semesters left.
I think your bold, assertive self would actually do quite well in Portland in spite of the shitty job market, Suu.
Hope you can make it out here to scope it out at some point.
Quote from: Net on November 05, 2011, 01:25:32 AM
I think your bold, assertive self would actually do quite well in Portland in spite of the shitty job market, Suu.
Hope you can make it out here to scope it out at some point.
Totally, this!
So my bender was intervened on last night. I was forced to have water. Lol.
In the UK, as well as a drinking binge, and a bivouac made from green tree branches lashed together and covered with a tarpaulin, a Bender is also a Gentleman of the homosexualist persuasion.
"Last night I went out on a bender, and woke up naked in a bender, snuggled up with a bender".
(http://i748.photobucket.com/albums/xx128/ChuckFukmuk/coyote.png)
Quote from: Suu on November 05, 2011, 10:45:01 AM
So my bender was intervened on last night. I was forced to have water. Lol.
This is a very good thing!
I, on the other hand, had three glasses of wine and today I feel like I'm going to DIE.
Why do I do this to myself? I have to drive out to St. John's in an hour, too.
I usually prefer to be drunk if I have to go to St. Johns.
I'm considering following up your bender with a bender of my own.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on November 05, 2011, 07:10:22 PM
I usually prefer to be drunk if I have to go to St. Johns.
It was more that I was drunk yesterday.
Oh, and Open Bar has a fuller account of how AWESOME that excursion was.
AND, I prefer to get drunk while I'm in St. Johns. I love St. Johns.
I don't mind BEING there, I just don't like having to GO there. There's no way to get there that doesn't put my road rage-o-meter into the red.
So after today's box of wine escapades, I am now totally done. I can't drink anymore. The idea of it makes me sick. I'm going to binge on water for the next 2 weeks because right now I have the shakes and I feel generally fucking horrible.
I used to do week long benders 5 years ago. Goddamnit, my 30s are gonna SUCK.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on November 06, 2011, 02:18:31 AM
I don't mind BEING there, I just don't like having to GO there. There's no way to get there that doesn't put my road rage-o-meter into the red.
Hmmmmmmm
I may know a couple ways you don't usually take. One is Willamette BLVD; Take MLK to Rosa Parks, turn left, cruise baby cruise. 30 mph the whole way, but almost no stoplights. The other is St. Helens HWY, which is usually pretty clear. NEVER EVER LOMBARD. NEVER GREELEY OR INTERSTATE. Sometimes Columbia, depending.
Lombard and Interstate are both recipes for OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????? DRIVE... JUST FUCKING DRIVE!
Quote from: Suu on November 06, 2011, 03:44:37 AM
So after today's box of wine escapades, I am now totally done. I can't drink anymore. The idea of it makes me sick. I'm going to binge on water for the next 2 weeks because right now I have the shakes and I feel generally fucking horrible.
I used to do week long benders 5 years ago. Goddamnit, my 30s are gonna SUCK.
It gets much, much worse. Be warned.
Oh fuck this getting old shit, Nigel. We need to do something about it.
Too late!
I really want a drink.
I'm not going for it, but it's tough. :(
I'VE SWITCHED FROM MISSILES TO GUNS SUCK TO BLOW BOOZE TO CAFFEINE.
ARTIFICIAL HAPPINESS HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEE
THE VODKA IS BACK.
RESUME ASKING ME WHY THIS TIME, AND I WILL TELL YOU.
I WILL TELL YOU THAT SHE KNOWS I POST HERE, AND IS WATCHING THIS.
I WILL TELL YOU THAT SHE HAS NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVED HER HUSBAND, AND SHE DOES NOT DESERVE HIM, AND THAT I KNOW HE'S ONLY DOING IT FOR THEIR CHILDREN. HE IS SACRIFICING HIS OWN HAPPINESS FOR THEIRS...
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF GOLD YOU HAVE, YOU FUCKING LUCKY BITCH, AND I HOPE THAT ONE DAY, YOU WILL FEEL THE FULL WRATH OF KARMA AND HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS EXACT PAIN AS I HAD TO THIS PAST WEEK AS I TRIED TO PURGE EVERY GODDAMN MEMORY OF HIM FROM MY MIND.
I FUCKING HATE YOU.
GOD HAVE MERCY ON THE SOULS OF YOUR INNOCENT CHILDREN.
Quote from: Suu on November 10, 2011, 02:13:49 AM
I WILL TELL YOU THAT SHE HAS NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVED HER HUSBAND, AND SHE DOES NOT DESERVE HIM, AND THAT I KNOW HE'S ONLY DOING IT FOR THEIR CHILDREN. HE IS SACRIFICING HIS OWN HAPPINESS FOR THEIRS...
Yeah, the vodka is back. I can tell by the way your brain just fell down your neck.
I laughed at that one and I probably shouldn't have.
Goddamnit, I'm a mess.
I'm dumping the drink and going to bed. This will all go away in the morning, and I'm going to the nearest Catholic Church and signing up as a goddamn nun.
Has the morning brought the return of something resembling clear thought?
I give it even odds she's not awake yet. Or, if awake, not sentient yet.
I'm awake.
My thoughts are clear.
I now return to my vow of celibacy.