This week I have attempted to make a drink of random ingrediants to rival the "Flaming Homer". So far my experiments have been limited to mixing cheap fruit juices with this coconut based liquor thats been kicking round the house for ages. Even the sharp tang of pink grapefruit squeezings has not been anough to destroy its foul taste. Adding Tia Maria was an even greater mistake. Topping it off with half a can of Stella Artois produced a concoction even the most commited alcoholic would avoid.
I have to ponder, if there were such a thing as "Krusty's Non-Narkotik Kough Syrup" would my drink be palatable? Probably not, so i've left it on my window sill for a passing hobo to steal (this plan is also flawed as my window is on the first floor overlooking the back garden. Hardly the ideal place to tempt passing vagrants with semi alcoholic hell drinks). About the best thing i could do is to set it on fire, but I fear its explosive potential is enough to warrant a visit from CTU.
In my quest for new reasons not to go to work I hit on a fucking doozy this week. Have one of your car tires distintigrate on you. Then you can claim you were in to much shock to go to work. Not that you got home two hours later than you planned and thought "Fuck it, i'll have a few beers and then pulll a sickie". At the time it did freak me the fuck out (just ask TheNewScumUK) but considering i was doing about 80mph when it decided to fall apart i figure thats fair enough.
Oddly a very similiar thing to me on the same stretch of motorway a few years previously. I blame a possible curse by native american spirits. Cant prove it but i'm on to them.
Before my car tried to kill me I had been to see Seafood. Their support act "Make Good Your Escape" were a very pleasant suprise. Here for your viewing pleasure is one of their songs (btw MUCH better liive)
Far more importantly my good friend Marty993 has joined SG. He might look scary but under that hair he's an ace guy.
Here's Seafood being fuckin' amazing.
I have to ponder, if there were such a thing as "Krusty's Non-Narkotik Kough Syrup" would my drink be palatable? Probably not, so i've left it on my window sill for a passing hobo to steal (this plan is also flawed as my window is on the first floor overlooking the back garden. Hardly the ideal place to tempt passing vagrants with semi alcoholic hell drinks). About the best thing i could do is to set it on fire, but I fear its explosive potential is enough to warrant a visit from CTU.
In my quest for new reasons not to go to work I hit on a fucking doozy this week. Have one of your car tires distintigrate on you. Then you can claim you were in to much shock to go to work. Not that you got home two hours later than you planned and thought "Fuck it, i'll have a few beers and then pulll a sickie". At the time it did freak me the fuck out (just ask TheNewScumUK) but considering i was doing about 80mph when it decided to fall apart i figure thats fair enough.
Oddly a very similiar thing to me on the same stretch of motorway a few years previously. I blame a possible curse by native american spirits. Cant prove it but i'm on to them.
Before my car tried to kill me I had been to see Seafood. Their support act "Make Good Your Escape" were a very pleasant suprise. Here for your viewing pleasure is one of their songs (btw MUCH better liive)
Far more importantly my good friend Marty993 has joined SG. He might look scary but under that hair he's an ace guy.
Here's Seafood being fuckin' amazing.
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marty993:
Where's "outside"?
marty993:
Stupid double post. Your fault, that is.