The new Guttermouth rocks ass. Everyone should go buy it. Well if you like them. If you don't like Guttermouth old or new then don't.
I have to pee really bad. But someone is in the bathroom right now. Probably vomiting. This last weekend we went to Vegas and stayed at the Tuscanny Inn cause the rooms are really big and really cheap and we had no less than 9 people staying in the room. A lil hard to cram that many people into the MGM Grand rooms and not be sleeping on each other. Which, if it were 4.5 couples or especially a 9 person orgy that would have been cool as hell and a tiny lil room would have sufficed nicely. But we were all just a couple of friends and only 2 of us were women and both the girls were with their boyfriends. So the couples stayed on the beds and the rest of us loser ass single guys (well one of us was Sean my 10 year old nephew so him not being with a girlfriend hardly qualifies him as a loser) stayed on the floor. But I do sleep on the floor ordinarily when I'm at home so that when I go to a place like that I lay down and it feels just like I'm in my home bed. It works great. It was certainly no big deal for me, as was to be expected and as was engineered by me.
Oh yea, that's what got me started on this rant in the first place. Me and my friends are always buying a bottle of liquor for a get together and then we end up drinking 1/4 of it and taking the rest home. And my buddy started putting the 3/4 full bottles into a backpack and taking the backpack with him rather than buying yet another bottle only to drink 1/4 of it and take it home to put with the rest of the 3/4 full bottles. He called his lil backpack his mobile bar. He'd buy a different bottle every time and ended up having an actual mobile bar. I decided "hey ... I need a mobile bar" so I went down to the Vons n went nuts. The entire shopping cart was full and I had to stack liquor on top of other bottles. I was most proud when I went up to the checkout counter and it took like 15 minutes to unload it all onto the lil conveyor belt. I wasn't as happy when I saw a $400 bill, but in a way I thought it was pretty cool that I was going to spend that much on getting drunk. Plus it was cool that I'm making enough cash nowadays that I could afford to spend that. But then again maybe it's just that I can afford that cause I'm an old man now ... hmmm.
Anyway the whole weekend turned out to be an incredible success. No one got arrested. No one went into convulsions. No one got beat up. Oh .... wait ... no Eric did. My friend Eric and his girlfriend Rachelle organized the whole vacation, getting the hotel room and such. They, of course, had their own bed. We was all goin to sleep and she just busts up n starts beating the hell out of him while he was going to sleep. Shouting something about him grabbing her by the neck n telling her to get the fuck out. Maybe he did, he was after all pretty drunk, but she was much more drunk and just in a weird mood. My thoughts are that she was just falling to sleep and dreamed it and thought it was real. God knows I've done similar things when I was drunk dreaming about pirates invading my room er something, jumping up only to look around in the darkness and say to myself "you fucking dumbass" and laying down and going back to sleep. But I've always realized that it was too ridiculous to have happened and called myself a drunk ass fool and laid back down, I've never gotten up and started beatin the ever livin hell out of the nearest person. Chicks are just whacked. He went after her n talked to her. No idea what they said. No cops were called though. He surely knew that she was drunk as fuck and just said to relax that it didn't happen and to go back to bed er something to that order. Later the next day she was walkin around like she was wondering what she was gonna do but she seemed quite chipper when we had dinner that night and joked around about the event saying how we need to forget that anything remotely close to that ever happened (along with everyone else laughing and agreeing). After all, it was just a weekend of drinkin n partyin.
But it's pretty cool. Now I have this huge suitcase filled with every type of liquor known to man. I got the biggest soft luggage I could find with the sweet 3 roller blade wheels and the kick ass aircraft aluminum tote handle. It takes 2 people to lift it up. I can make any drink in the world with it and I'm very proud of it. Even if I didn't make it but slapped down my credit card and declared it mine in contrast to the stuff I'm usually proud of where I create them from an origional idea and build it with my hands, it still rocks the donkeys balls.
I have to pee really bad. But someone is in the bathroom right now. Probably vomiting. This last weekend we went to Vegas and stayed at the Tuscanny Inn cause the rooms are really big and really cheap and we had no less than 9 people staying in the room. A lil hard to cram that many people into the MGM Grand rooms and not be sleeping on each other. Which, if it were 4.5 couples or especially a 9 person orgy that would have been cool as hell and a tiny lil room would have sufficed nicely. But we were all just a couple of friends and only 2 of us were women and both the girls were with their boyfriends. So the couples stayed on the beds and the rest of us loser ass single guys (well one of us was Sean my 10 year old nephew so him not being with a girlfriend hardly qualifies him as a loser) stayed on the floor. But I do sleep on the floor ordinarily when I'm at home so that when I go to a place like that I lay down and it feels just like I'm in my home bed. It works great. It was certainly no big deal for me, as was to be expected and as was engineered by me.
Oh yea, that's what got me started on this rant in the first place. Me and my friends are always buying a bottle of liquor for a get together and then we end up drinking 1/4 of it and taking the rest home. And my buddy started putting the 3/4 full bottles into a backpack and taking the backpack with him rather than buying yet another bottle only to drink 1/4 of it and take it home to put with the rest of the 3/4 full bottles. He called his lil backpack his mobile bar. He'd buy a different bottle every time and ended up having an actual mobile bar. I decided "hey ... I need a mobile bar" so I went down to the Vons n went nuts. The entire shopping cart was full and I had to stack liquor on top of other bottles. I was most proud when I went up to the checkout counter and it took like 15 minutes to unload it all onto the lil conveyor belt. I wasn't as happy when I saw a $400 bill, but in a way I thought it was pretty cool that I was going to spend that much on getting drunk. Plus it was cool that I'm making enough cash nowadays that I could afford to spend that. But then again maybe it's just that I can afford that cause I'm an old man now ... hmmm.
Anyway the whole weekend turned out to be an incredible success. No one got arrested. No one went into convulsions. No one got beat up. Oh .... wait ... no Eric did. My friend Eric and his girlfriend Rachelle organized the whole vacation, getting the hotel room and such. They, of course, had their own bed. We was all goin to sleep and she just busts up n starts beating the hell out of him while he was going to sleep. Shouting something about him grabbing her by the neck n telling her to get the fuck out. Maybe he did, he was after all pretty drunk, but she was much more drunk and just in a weird mood. My thoughts are that she was just falling to sleep and dreamed it and thought it was real. God knows I've done similar things when I was drunk dreaming about pirates invading my room er something, jumping up only to look around in the darkness and say to myself "you fucking dumbass" and laying down and going back to sleep. But I've always realized that it was too ridiculous to have happened and called myself a drunk ass fool and laid back down, I've never gotten up and started beatin the ever livin hell out of the nearest person. Chicks are just whacked. He went after her n talked to her. No idea what they said. No cops were called though. He surely knew that she was drunk as fuck and just said to relax that it didn't happen and to go back to bed er something to that order. Later the next day she was walkin around like she was wondering what she was gonna do but she seemed quite chipper when we had dinner that night and joked around about the event saying how we need to forget that anything remotely close to that ever happened (along with everyone else laughing and agreeing). After all, it was just a weekend of drinkin n partyin.
But it's pretty cool. Now I have this huge suitcase filled with every type of liquor known to man. I got the biggest soft luggage I could find with the sweet 3 roller blade wheels and the kick ass aircraft aluminum tote handle. It takes 2 people to lift it up. I can make any drink in the world with it and I'm very proud of it. Even if I didn't make it but slapped down my credit card and declared it mine in contrast to the stuff I'm usually proud of where I create them from an origional idea and build it with my hands, it still rocks the donkeys balls.
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its external damned thign shouldnt ever overheat!
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