Magic

Posted on Jan 20, 2006 in Booze Glorious Booze | 4 comments

Ha! Ha! f–kin’ magic.
f–kin’ magic, man.
No, seriously. It’s magic.
Hey.
Did you stash any beers? Somebody f–kin’ drank all mine. There’s got to be some more beers around here somewhere. You got? Really? Dude, I’ll owe you. Thank f–k.
Thanks, man. Thanks.

4 Comments

  1. 21-01-2006
    Saltation says:

    mate! no worries. welcome. me, i’ve switched to cider. go for your life.

  2. 21-01-2006
    Venomous Kate says:

    It’s entirely possible that yesterday, while your head felt like it was going kablooey, your evil twin emerged and guzzled down your beer but, naturally, you didn’t realize this until your headache subsided. In which case, I recommend guzzling your evil twin’s martinis tonight and pissing in his bed.
    Of course, you’ll be following my advice at your own risk, but what the hell.

  3. 21-01-2006
    Geodog says:

    Glad you are still with us, for the nonce at least.

  4. 31-01-2006
    McGee says:

    I don’t remember who uttered the following words of wisdom:
    “I hate the man I become when I’m blackout drunk. That fucker drinks all my beer.”
    Any surprise I don’t remember who said that? None, whatsoever.