||[Jan. 19th, 2002|12:15 am]
People are coming over to drink and watch movies.|
Erik and I got forties.
Heh, I posted this in bradfitz on accident first. Joe and Sherm and Erik and I are here now and stuff. Going to The Huricane later.
2002-01-19 03:06 am (UTC)
I told Brad up front: I'll do 40s. I will NOT do malt liquor. :P
2002-01-19 03:12 am (UTC)
Maybe, but at least I have respect for my body. :P Brendan, for instance, is all worried about going to Taco Bell for fear of what it'll do to his digestive system. But he doesn't give a second thought (or even a first thought!) to the 8-ball. That's sick, man. That's just sick.
taco bell makes me fart worse than a forty of eight ball.
now what does that say?
2002-01-19 01:13 pm (UTC)
That means you've got a little girly ass that can't handle it, if you're complaining at all.
The post-meal farting is THE best part.
"i can't drink a real man's drink",
i just don't like my stomach feeling like it's about to pop.
can you say,
you might as well have bought a twelver of bud.
the only true forty is of malt liquor.
you drank 40 ounces of beer,
whoop de doo.
Old E is nasty. My roommate got me to drink King Cobra...malt liquor is pretty nasty.