I need to start drinking heavily again. My tolerance is in the toilet (no pun intended). I suppose all this Pabst I've been quaffing (I quaff because I am a lusty viking, and the only way vikings can drink is through quaffing. It's in the Viking Constitution, I think [also, I have not a single drop of scandinavian blood in me: I am 100% Irish, and am not sure where the "viking" bit came from. I have been drinking; maye that's it]) hasn't been doing me much good; PBR isn't a high-alcohol content beer, after all. Whatever. I gotta up the tolerance in order to descend into the gutter properly. I'm too much of a wuss for drugs. Booze has gotta be it.
On the plus side, I get to see the Decemberists tomorrow night (tonight? I dunno) with friends, including a lady that I have a mad crush on. She has a boyfriend though, but it's not like I'd have a chance with her anyway. Maybe.
I want a bazooka. I would misuse it terribly, I think.
On the plus side, I get to see the Decemberists tomorrow night (tonight? I dunno) with friends, including a lady that I have a mad crush on. She has a boyfriend though, but it's not like I'd have a chance with her anyway. Maybe.
I want a bazooka. I would misuse it terribly, I think.