winces from memory of repressed pain
ETA: Strikes me as more of a cold-beans-straight-from-the-tin and Littlewoods catalogue sort of a drink.
winces from memory of repressed pain
ETA: Strikes me as more of a cold-beans-straight-from-the-tin and Littlewoods catalogue sort of a drink.
microwaved burrito that still has ice crystals in the center and is lava hot on the outside, mountain dew with sweet and sour mix and moonshine, and Ishtar (to make it a classy evening).
You smooth-talking bastard, you.
hmm… churchill date night…
A fifth of gin, another fifth of gin, and anything adapted from a Hemmingway novel.
What are you, 17???
Hmm… 17 me date night…
French fries, I had just started drinking coffee, and a free classical music concert at U of O. I also would have had really long hair and worn a fanny pack. A tie dye T-shirt and corduroy pants would not have been unusual.
Hot Pockets, Pepto Bismol, and a Jim Gaffigan cd.
No booze?
Nah, I was 18 when I started sneaking into bars. And by sneaking I mean saddling up to the bar and ordering a G&T, light on the T.
blinks
Oh, 21 was the legal age where you were?
In the US, we’re trusted to vote before we’re trusted to handle alcohol…
Continental US.
In the USVI, the legal drinking age is 18.
Good point.
Nice to see you playing the pedant card too.
I’m thinkin’ yacht trip. (But we are all 21 or older already!). Yeah, I’m still thinkin’ yacht trip.
I’ll go if you can get Moxie Marlinspike on board.
You mean I’m being as annoying as that one dude who never seems interesting enough to engage?
Ew.
Self = fucking checked.
Lol. Not my intent, though I did see that exchange earlier.
No, seriously; if I’m ever being an annoying ass instead of a funny, smart ass, please let me know.
There’s enough of that tedious shit on the internet as it is, already…
No problem, I’m pretty good about that kind of thing. (I hope.) We all have those moments where we feel like correcting minor details. Take that comment as a ribbing more than a statement on overall demeanor.
I was ‘reminiscing’ sardonically rather than ‘correcting’, actually.
I know that useless little factoid because I tended bar in the Caribbean at a redneck sports bar, and all the little snot nosed shits who were able to drink legally were a major pain in my ass.