baked
seeing bisco tonight w. half my town
older douchier kids
1st bong hoot of the weekend.
have fun Slothius…older people are always douchier…just show 'em how to party.
Thanksgiving was great. Had a bunch of wine, three glasses of Bailey’s, and then came home and had a glass of scotch.
Yeah, I’ve pretty much fallen off the horse as far as drinking goes.
fucknk grounded tonight but on the plus when my parents go to bed ill be smoking 2 amazzing kinds of weed and some nicce hash…mmmmm
Did they ground you because you smoke weed?? If so, that seems like a bad way to punish you.
FINALLY, I can post in this thread!!!
^drunk? stoned? both?
im evenly baked, however…well done ya might say.
^drunk. I don’t smoke the pot anymore, silly.
Let me just say, Rhiaaaaaaaanon 
well didnt see bisco last night… but im goin tonight and hopefully meetin up with famus
got trashed as hell last night around a bonfire… good stuff
dude, if you think you can be chuck norris, you can’t
and if you keep thinking you’re chuck norris, chuck will kill you
so remember everyone…
If you can see Chuck Norris, Chuck Norris can see you
If you can’t see Chuck Norris, you may only be seconds away from death
oh and the aliens, they’ll be gone in a couple days, they just have to do their research
it happens to the best of us
paper burns too damn fast…
Most of a bottle of wine + a glass of Bailey’s Irish Cream for the win!!
I forgot how enjoyable being a drunk is.
Mountain Dew and chili cheese Pringles
Out the window I see rain and clouds
Cylindrical container keep my chips whole
Watch out for that mustachooed Pringles guy
He’s a wily one
Picture:
A man - 40-something, trucker cap, smoker, typical pool-hall junkie - at a bar on a Saturday night. It’s karaoke night. Smoke lingers, loud chattering from everyone inside. Just enough where you can’t tell what exactly is being said. We hear “Funky Cold Medina” starting up from the room next door. He drops his pool cue, saunters over to dance floor through the doorway, and grabs the mike. He then proceeds to belt out every verse from “Funky Cold Medina.” In a monotone voice, not too high and not too low. We stand in awe, still playing pool, on that quiet September night. The rest of the bar is nonchalant. As if nothing out of the ordinary actually happened. Did it?
Meanwhile, we are in awe. Transported into another time and place. “Did that actually happen?”
Yes.
Yes it did.
^stop making fun of Vern’s singing voice
That is pretty funny man.
:’(
I’m crying because that was so funny!! 
Um, just for the record: I’m not sure where VERN comes into this.
That story started out as somewhat of a throw-away post.
VERN is a cool dude, so I am rest assured the aforementioned posts are all in jest.
I’m a disgrace
I puked all over the place
the drunk train
that i usually distain
the last one to leave grand central
at 1:53, I thought I was free
til I started to feel like shit
and then the rest was history
You’ve heard me siing, eh?
