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Haunting

Similar to how the storyline from Warcraft Adventures ended up in World of Warcraft, I bet we can see the storyline from Starcraft: Ghost appearing in World of Starcraft. Blizzard at this point should take over the National Mint because that’s what they print: money.

losing ppl

It’s a hard thing, to lose a friend. Like a sudden kick in the gut, you just want to throw up and then lie there for a while and let the pain subside. You don’t want to cry about it, and definatley not let others see you crying about it, though it is something worth shedding a tear over. The people who don’t know will ask what’s wrong and try and be sympathetic while the people who do know, well, they know. I hate the looks of pity and sympathy, especially when they come up and say how they know how it feels… What are you talking about? Just by standing there and saying you know something you are proving your ignorance! [Read more →]

Casual Observation

Having to put your hand up on the wall while relieving yourself means that you’re either drunk or don’t know how to use your equipment. Given that it’s at eight o’clock in the morning….

patron, on the rocks

Is there no finer drink? We here in the US of A tend to take taquila as a shot, for no other reason then that it freakin tastes bad. Well, no wonder. We shoot jose cuervo and think that is taquila. That’s like drinking piss when fresh spring water is just next door. We just don’t know it. We figure, if jose tastes this bad then how can any taquila taste any better? Well, let me ask you this, do you buy the gallon jugs of vodka and think that is the epitomy of that particular drink? F*** no! Then why waste time with jose when patron can be had?

As I get older I realize that drinking is not about showing off, it’s about what tastes good. Hell yes, jose is a lot less expensive then patron, but so is bilge water to fresh spring. I less and less feel the need to “prove” anything to these little dorks who thinks it’s about quantity, not quality. Ooooooh, you drank 8 shots of s***. Congratu-f***ing-lations. Now, go puke your haert out since that is what you were trying to do. As for me and my house, we’re gonna drink the good stuff.

And you can quote me on that.