Elderon wrote:
Scotts, Irish, Welsh.. they all taste the same to me.
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"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
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You missed Burns Night and Saint Andrew's day.
What are you going to recommend for St George's day? Pizza?
******' idiot.
What are you going to recommend for St George's day? Pizza?
******' idiot.
...I'm not one much for saints, I prefer ritual and I'd recommend skyclad.
...after a few drinks I can become a ******' idiot... practically insatiable
...and so I grew up thinking haggis was Irish fare and not Scottish... gonna' have to go dig up my grandmother and ask her why she lied to me... *sighs*
Seems it's gonna' be a long night.
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...my kids call me Mary Poppins.
Cry me a river, build a bridge over it... jump in and drown.
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...my kids call me Mary Poppins.
Cry me a river, build a bridge over it... jump in and drown.
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I went to Las Vegas to visit my best buddy. I flew in Friday, and hit an interesting restraunt. I can't recall the name exactly, but it was something like Mucho Zapatas. The menu had a lot of options, and there were some dishes I'd never heard of or seen before. One app included cactus, which tasted a lot like asparagus, but I ended up with a steak cooked in some sauce that included Coke. It was really good.
Saint Paddy's arrived and we hit the off-strip which is called Freemont Street I guess. Supposedly it used to be pretty shady, but it has gotten better. We ended up drinking at some Irish joint which I can't remember the name of. Numerous pints of Guinness later, there was an 80's tribute band which played some pretty good tunes out under some light show thingie. I danced, therefore it's safe to say I was drunk. I'm pretty sure either a midget or a small Asian gal grabbed my package, I'm not quite sure which so I'm leaning towards the small Asian gal. We ended up in a hot wing place (I think) at the end of the evening, where some pretty hot women in a low-cut outfit with a high skirt was flirting with me. This got me all riled up till I hit the head and my pal told me she was a hooker. My ego was lightly damaged.
Sunday we hit another Irish place, which I can't recall the name of. I ate a Shepard's Pie which was awesome, and we then hit the Palms and the Belagio. I lost about $250, but got to leer at plenty of women who wouldn't **** on me if I were on fire, and I got to see the little fountain show thingie in front of the Belagio, which was very cool.
The important thing is I managed to make it home with some money left and no diseases.
Saint Paddy's arrived and we hit the off-strip which is called Freemont Street I guess. Supposedly it used to be pretty shady, but it has gotten better. We ended up drinking at some Irish joint which I can't remember the name of. Numerous pints of Guinness later, there was an 80's tribute band which played some pretty good tunes out under some light show thingie. I danced, therefore it's safe to say I was drunk. I'm pretty sure either a midget or a small Asian gal grabbed my package, I'm not quite sure which so I'm leaning towards the small Asian gal. We ended up in a hot wing place (I think) at the end of the evening, where some pretty hot women in a low-cut outfit with a high skirt was flirting with me. This got me all riled up till I hit the head and my pal told me she was a hooker. My ego was lightly damaged.
Sunday we hit another Irish place, which I can't recall the name of. I ate a Shepard's Pie which was awesome, and we then hit the Palms and the Belagio. I lost about $250, but got to leer at plenty of women who wouldn't **** on me if I were on fire, and I got to see the little fountain show thingie in front of the Belagio, which was very cool.
The important thing is I managed to make it home with some money left and no diseases.
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
Scholar
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Disclaimer: been lurking for a while, first post here.
Anyways, Demea, Driftwood (possibly, would need detail), MentalFrog (If he actually did that), and possibly Kakar had St-Patty's hijinx. The rest ain't hijinx, it's mostly quiet nights it seems.
My St-Paddy's Day Hijinx started Friday night (well 1:35 am Saturday). Made like a madman to get to my local bar for last call. We (me and some friends) were at a house party and ran out of booze, last call was ten minutes away, bar was fifteen. Thanks to lunactic driving we made it with a few minutes to spare. Drank until they kicked us out cause we were the last ones still at the bar. (About 2:30)
We then went to my friend's house and drank until 5am. Wake up the next day at 10am (I somehow staggered home from my friends), pop open a beer and get ready for round 2 of the week-end.
Hit the liquor store and went to another buddies house, drank til about 7pm, then we went and hit the bars. (Aside: If anybody here knows what a "sociable" is in the drinking Thumbmaster is, we got the entire patio doing after a few tries [for those who don't it's when you yell out Sociable! every lifts their glases over their heads, and then whirls it around their head before taking a chug). After 6 hours there, they (all my friends) all get kicked out while I'm downstairs taking a ****. I get back to the patio and none of them are there. The bastards don't even call me to tell me where they're going next.
So I wander the streets of the Byward Market in Ottawa looking for them for like 30 minutes before I see one of them outside a bar having a smoke. I make into that bar for a while bout half an hour left til last call, and so catch up with my friends. If anyone here's seen 300 (which I assume most of you have), we get that bar all screaming the Spartans' war cry (the AYOUF!) til closing time.
After that, we all started walking back to another buddies place, but I decide to leave the group to go pick up my car (I'll explain in a bit) and got fairly lost, found what I THOUGHT was my car, and tried to unlock for about half an hour. This car was the same color and make as my car, so I was positive it was my car and it was parked in front of another buddies house. I eventually stumble into my buddies front door (he was with me all night, but I had split off from that group at this point) and manage to wake his later sister, who came to the door and was giving me a look like "What the ******* hell are you doing here at 3am? **** off you jackass!". Eventually called the place I was supposed to be crashing at and he pointedly says "Uh, I thought you didn't drive tonight." to which I was responded "I'm a ******* idiot, you're right".
Most of them hadn't noticed I was gone and almost ended up getting into a fight (luckily cops were there to break it up).
I then proceed to walk back to that place and drink til 6am. Pass out at about 6:30am. Up by 8am, have a smoke, back to sleep bout 9:30am, up for good at 11:00. Everyone's up by about noon, 12:30 rolls around and someone suggests getting "morning" beers, so we managed to get ourselves functional, hit the liquor store and get more beer. Start drinking again til about 6pm. Finally manage to make my way home then.
Beer/smoke tabs for the weekend exceeded 1500$ all told (for everyone combined).
Best of all I actually remember it all (no blackouts!) Had a hell of a weekend.
THAT's St-Patty's Day (well weekend) Hijinx.
Anyways, Demea, Driftwood (possibly, would need detail), MentalFrog (If he actually did that), and possibly Kakar had St-Patty's hijinx. The rest ain't hijinx, it's mostly quiet nights it seems.
My St-Paddy's Day Hijinx started Friday night (well 1:35 am Saturday). Made like a madman to get to my local bar for last call. We (me and some friends) were at a house party and ran out of booze, last call was ten minutes away, bar was fifteen. Thanks to lunactic driving we made it with a few minutes to spare. Drank until they kicked us out cause we were the last ones still at the bar. (About 2:30)
We then went to my friend's house and drank until 5am. Wake up the next day at 10am (I somehow staggered home from my friends), pop open a beer and get ready for round 2 of the week-end.
Hit the liquor store and went to another buddies house, drank til about 7pm, then we went and hit the bars. (Aside: If anybody here knows what a "sociable" is in the drinking Thumbmaster is, we got the entire patio doing after a few tries [for those who don't it's when you yell out Sociable! every lifts their glases over their heads, and then whirls it around their head before taking a chug). After 6 hours there, they (all my friends) all get kicked out while I'm downstairs taking a ****. I get back to the patio and none of them are there. The bastards don't even call me to tell me where they're going next.
So I wander the streets of the Byward Market in Ottawa looking for them for like 30 minutes before I see one of them outside a bar having a smoke. I make into that bar for a while bout half an hour left til last call, and so catch up with my friends. If anyone here's seen 300 (which I assume most of you have), we get that bar all screaming the Spartans' war cry (the AYOUF!) til closing time.
After that, we all started walking back to another buddies place, but I decide to leave the group to go pick up my car (I'll explain in a bit) and got fairly lost, found what I THOUGHT was my car, and tried to unlock for about half an hour. This car was the same color and make as my car, so I was positive it was my car and it was parked in front of another buddies house. I eventually stumble into my buddies front door (he was with me all night, but I had split off from that group at this point) and manage to wake his later sister, who came to the door and was giving me a look like "What the ******* hell are you doing here at 3am? **** off you jackass!". Eventually called the place I was supposed to be crashing at and he pointedly says "Uh, I thought you didn't drive tonight." to which I was responded "I'm a ******* idiot, you're right".
Most of them hadn't noticed I was gone and almost ended up getting into a fight (luckily cops were there to break it up).
I then proceed to walk back to that place and drink til 6am. Pass out at about 6:30am. Up by 8am, have a smoke, back to sleep bout 9:30am, up for good at 11:00. Everyone's up by about noon, 12:30 rolls around and someone suggests getting "morning" beers, so we managed to get ourselves functional, hit the liquor store and get more beer. Start drinking again til about 6pm. Finally manage to make my way home then.
Beer/smoke tabs for the weekend exceeded 1500$ all told (for everyone combined).
Best of all I actually remember it all (no blackouts!) Had a hell of a weekend.
THAT's St-Patty's Day (well weekend) Hijinx.
On St. Paddy's day my fiancee and I went over to a friend's house where he and a bunch of his friends were gathering. There was Irish whiskey and faux-Iris beer to be had. After a bit of boozing and conversing we all went down into town to hit up the bars. Well my friend is a long-time local man and he managed to get into a private room of the Black Bear but the line into the front door reached down the block so my fiancee, her friend and I, plus a few assorted others headed down the street. We ended up in the bar that she and I were kicked out of a few months ago. We stayed for an hour or so and then were driven home, where I proceeded to tie my girl to the windowshade and whip her with CAT5 until she made me stop.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
I ran into a buncha old friends from high School and partied with them.... then in the bar I was forced to ditch them when this chick who I was slightly aquainted with walks up to me and starts french kissing me and informs me that she wants to make out with me and that she'll be right back and she leaves the bar..... The people I am with just kinda act like it didn't happen and we continue our ************** then she comes back and procedes to ask me all these questions about age and wants to see my ID and all this and starts gettting all ********** on me "I asked you a question!" at which I start to shoot right back with being stubborn and difficult.... then she informs me that she wants to "hook up" with me and then I say "uhhh Yeah" then she starts acting all dominating again... at which point I said "What the fúck is your name?" which got a look of dismay on her tha made me simply glow.. she even already knew my last name (mutual friends[who I think had left]). So she procededs to nearly rape me in the overcrowded bar.. my friends (who havn't seen me in years) are like 'WTF' and I inform them that I would se them around sometime and I drove this girls car to her house ( I was probably less drunk than her) and then the true madness ensued.
Pretty good for a guy who was at first planning to just go home and play COD2 for the night
Yes I wrapped it up. Yes, I did NOT get her phone number NOR did she get mine. I slice of debaucheristic perfection
Pretty good for a guy who was at first planning to just go home and play COD2 for the night
Yes I wrapped it up. Yes, I did NOT get her phone number NOR did she get mine. I slice of debaucheristic perfection
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
long, rambling boast about getting his wick dipped
Atomicflea wrote:
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
long, rambling boast about getting his wick dipped
I didn't go out anywhere, opting to instead stay in and eat corned beef, cabbage, and seduce an Irish man. Then I decided I needed to make my own sushi and pair it with an inappropriate wine. Later was a showing of the traditional St. Patrick's day film, "Winter Passing".
Evidently, I got confused somewhere along the way...I'll try to do better next year.
Nexa
Evidently, I got confused somewhere along the way...I'll try to do better next year.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
and seduce an Irish man.
You dressed up like an altar boy? You sly minx!
Disclaimer:
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
Smasharoo wrote:
and seduce an Irish man.
You dressed up like an altar boy? You sly minx!
Nah, I was just present. That's about all it takes.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Nexa wrote:
Smasharoo wrote:
and seduce an Irish man.
You dressed up like an altar boy? You sly minx!
Nah, I was just covered in all the right places with Guinness foam, wearing stilletto heals and had "FUck me, I'm Irish!" written in magic marker across my forehead. That's about all it takes.
Nexa
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Damn, that's hawt!
Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
You forgot the four leaf clover pasties.
Nexa
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
she comes back and procedes to ask me all these questions about age and wants to see my ID
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Jophiel wrote:
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
she comes back and procedes to ask me all these questions about age and wants to see my ID
I'm really not sure. My guess (other than to be sure of my real age[not sure why that would matter to her]) is that she could think of no other way to prove her dominance than to demand that I show it to her... at which I strongly resisted at first just to 'play the game'. I got hers out of her though... she was 23. Must ahve been an amusing sight... 2 people giving each other their IDs and then making out and then leaving...
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