A rant, a ramble, and a see you later.Follow

Disclaimer: I do not endorse driving while intoxicated. I just happen to enjoy doing it.



In roughly two weeks, I will be gone from the boards for a while. I'm getting a new place, and frankly, I don't have the money left over to pay the damn bill. Between car payments, loan payments, and rent, I have just enough to be able to have gas, groceries, smokes and beer for the month. So yeah, the phone company can kiss my ***. My beer is more important to me than seeing trunksbrando put up another "When was the last time you got some" type posts.

I mean ****, I've heard stories about how great this board was "back when" when posters such as Tacosid and Thundra were to be "the elite." Sure. There are three people on this board that I actually enjoy reading. That's Moe, Smash, and Totem. The rest is pretty much filler, though I do get a laugh out of it every now and then. But it's not worth my beer. Not a chance.

I'm up for a raise at work, so if it pans out, I might get the phone back after that. Depends on whether or not I'm still gonna have plenty for the beer. Life's simple pleasures are the ones I enjoy. Nothing like getting off work, resting in your chair, watching Andrew Raycroft and the Bruins, with a smoke in one hand, and an Extra Stout in the other. Seven games though...I mean Jesus guys. 3-1 lead. *********** lead. Now it's tied and here we go. I'm off tomorrow and Tuesday, so what condition I am in Tuesday depends largely on whether or not Raycroft can stop the Canadians. If you happen to be a Canadians fan, I'll drink a beer for your team. Here's to hoping they go down a flaming wreck at the Fleet. Cheers!

So, a story of what I did on a Sunday morning after getting off work.

Spent the first twenty minutes after getting off work developing a severe case of blue balls. I wish she was not such a f'ucking tease, but I do so enjoy the attention. Stroke my ego baby, yeah, there you go. But goddamn, after I leave work...I mean christ. And the bad thing is she's married. Go figure. And no, I don't know her husband. Never met the man, though she wants me too. Haven't made up my mind yet. Don't really want to give him a face. That way, if something does happen, I won't feel as bad.

So I dug a little bag of weed out of my pocket that a guy gave me at work for buying him three lighters. It 's about a dime, and the lighters cost me three and a quarter. So I roll up a pinner in the parking lot, (hey, just looking for a good buzz, se if the **** is good) and proceed to hit the backroads. For those of you that don't know, I live in Mississippi. Go ahead and make your jokes, I've heard them all. I even still laugh at some of them, some are quite clever. Anyway, there is no law out at six thirty in the morning, so it's easy sailing. At roughly seven, I come to the grim realization that I am f'ucking fried. No way a pinner should have got me this messed up. Then I remember that the guy I got it from likes to lace his ****. I didn't expect him to lace what he gave me. Though I am still not quite sure which it is, it's between angel dust and coke. In the words of King Arthur after seeing the Rabbit of Caerbannog tear through his men. "Jesus Christ!"


Which reminds me, which are you?

I'm the French Guard


So it's now nine-thirty in the morning. Though it has subsided somewhat, I'm still out of it. You don't like weed smokers? So what. Whether you like me or not doesn't even score an honorable mention on my life's "What worries me" list. Think weed smokers are morons? Maybe. Some of them are without a doubt. If you are under the age of 25, and smoke weed, you are a moron. Don't kid yourself. Over that, you have matured enough to know that while being fun, it is also a crutch that you could do without. I get high roughly twice a month these days. Simple pleasures are best when not overdone. Unless it's beer, can't go wrong there.

My head is still echoing with the sounds of the radio this morning. Nothing quite like flipping through various radio stations playing ****, to stumble upon the local rock station playing an hour long CCR session.

Well, gotta ****. Great incentive to stop now.

That about sums it up.

God knows I was. Only one reply to my thread, and it was you. Ouch, really.

And here I said to Gbajiu that the "poor people are poor because they spend all their money on drugs and booze" theory was Republican tripe. Looks like I owe someone an apology.

I get the impression this is no premium beer we're talking about, either.

Natty Ice is like 2 dollars for a 24 pack, that ****'s drills (sort of like the "nails" thundra keeps using, but better, because they're just as hard, but also have a cool swirly thing going on)

..moves for no man.

Let's get real here. When you are at the point where you want to drink beer everyday, it's not because of the taste. You are a fu[b][/b]cking alcoholic, just get yourself a 5 dollar bottle of Vodka, you know, the big plastic bottles of Vodka, and have at it.

Throw in an extra buck for some green food coloring to put into it for that green Guinness look if you like.

oh **** i thought it was yellow!

So Selfishman shares his beers with his buddies?

Okie Dokie, what ever you say boss!