I didn’t compose this graphic – my cousin Steve did. It pertains to, well, a lot about life, and I find it brilliant:
(Not So) Artistic Representation (Not Done By Me)
My favorite is:
…being far from sea level…
…and that’s probably because it wasn’t a drunken treat.
But I was told this while I was drunk, and I believed my friend. Moooostly because of the aforementioned boozing and unfamiliarity with the product.
Still, who thought marketing juice boxes to adults was a great idea?
Probably the same people who thought using Richard Lewis in the commercials was the bee’s knees.
(Or Richard Lewis’ hair stylist, amiright?)
As I mentioned in the title… how this happened, I’ll never know. And besides that, I wish it was a much more exciting mixup than what it is.
Now please keep in mind – this conversation happened extremely late into an evening of drinking, but for some reason, this song was brought up:
And for some reason, there was a great confusion between that song and this one:
The mental state was so deteriorated that night, it was believed for a considerable amount of the discussion that they might have even been remakes of each other. At times, they even sounded the same.
Like I said, the brews were bruising synapses that night.
Confusing those two songs (although their titles are similar) was almost as bad as confusing these two songs (which have a similar back beat):
Now that I’m clean-shaven and no longer look like this:
The bird is the word.
Or this:
I must admit, I missed my face. I went through one day of phantom beard, but that was it. I should mention my regret for removing the season-long Red Wings hockey beard on the first day of the Stanley Cup playoffs, but in order to fly to NYC without hassle, it seemed worth the hassle. (Thank goatee they’re advancing to Round 2!)
Anysubway, I won’t bore you with the details. All the details. Just some of them.
Jay was Hitting One Liners Out of the Park
"Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd that wanted to beat up a guy for wearing a Mets' cap..."
On Friday, we headed to Yankee Stadium to see two of our beloved ex-Tigers play (Curtis Granderson and, um, Marcus Thames), and all day, my buddy Jay was calling ’em like he saw ’em.
Some of things he said that were actually documented:
I need to stop calling these trips vacations and start calling them work out retreats.
If I owned that shirt it’d be my third favorite shirt.
Hey I’m paying twenty bucks to look at empty stages tomorrow.
Steve: Who sings ‘I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone?’
Jay: Ke$ha.What are you? A garbophobe?
It’s getting all Wendy’s up in here! [This one was mine. – Ed.]
“It’s Getting All Wendy’s Up in Here!”
I wish I had photos as proof, but Wendy’s in Midtown is, simply put, insane. I don’t think it was an isolated incident either. The show Ugly Americans even gave a shout out to it.
At any rate, the breakdown of events (this all happened within fifteen minutes):
I don’t know. It seemed much crazier when I was trashed.
I’m So Proud of Myself for Something Not Proud
This photo's fuzziness doesn't even come close to my eyes' fuzziness that night.
On Saturday, we found a bar called No Idea and like the bar’s name, we had no idea what was in store (hee!). We stopped here after not getting to play ping-pong at Susan Sarandon’s Spin because they were closing for a private party.
BONUS JAY QUOTE!
Here I was under the impression none of us played ping-pong.
The plan was this: kick back a few cheap drinks, make our way to bar hop in East Village, and finally check out P.D.T.’s in Crif Dogs (our missed mission from last year). Let’s just say that plan’s quickly becoming an annual tradition.
As soon as the drinks kept flowing (courtesy of an all-you-can-drink party), the remainder of the night became a blur.
Oh yeah – my proud moment… I threw up and quickly returned to drink more. I never knew I had it in me to do that!
The Drunk Idea of the Trip
Andrew Dice Clay’s reality show should have been called Rollin’ with Dice. I was going to make a graphic, but fuck it (heehee!).
Ever hear about fortress games? Me neither. But my friend Jay has recently become obsessed with them. Our other friend has mocked him for purchasing so many different versions of the same game, but it should be noted that he owns dozens of first person shooters. Touché. (Or more appropriately, too lame.)
Any360, apparently I was familiar with fortress games, and in fact owned one myself:
Plants Vs. Zombies - A Battle for My Heart
It’s a fun game. And a time drainer. The concept is simple – build up your fortress to defend against invaders. In the case of Plants Vs. Zombies, you plant vegetation to battle the living dead approaching your home.
Well prior to realizing what a fortress game was, I had Jay explain them to me. He told me it was a single-player game, and I told him it’d be better as a multi-player. Then voilá! That should be a game!
A game where you get to be both the plants AND the zombies! Each player would setup their zombie line of attack prior to beginning, and then as the war waged on, you’d arrange your plants! For example. Obviously it could be anything in the _____ vs. _____ situation.
Next item! A new website!
Is any of that answer in English?
Yes, the site would be based on the above question:
uglychicksthatthinktheyrehot.com
I mentioned this idea at a Detroit Tiger’s game (hence the reason for the other mindedness), and a woman seated next to me that was attractive also liked the idea.
Next item! Exploding bats!
How awesome would it be if baseball bats exploded after every hit?
Answer: Very.
That's one way to do it...
Do you get drunk faster by drinking beer through a straw?
Per Wiki Answers (and I guess, common sense):
The drinking implement is not important. The speed at which you drink is. If you drink more in a shorter space of time then yes, naturally. Pretty self-explanatory really.
This one was a two-parter: 1) As a kid, did I not watch M*A*S*H* because of the theme song?
Yes. It’s terrible.
2) Would I have liked it if it had a different theme song?
I don’t see why not.
Is “The Mike Game” a fun game to play?
Yes. Once you understand the complicated rules.
Somebody told me there was a Polish dog that was saved from an iceberg…
…and there was. They named him “Baltic”… you know, after the sea Polish fisherman found him on. I named my dog the same way!
The Opposite of a Hot Dog
Find the update on the situation here (and for an update on The Situation here). Now I’m going to go grab a beer and a straw, relax, and watch an old episode of Baywatch with my dog, “Outside the Strip Club.”
While boozing with my fellow booze hounds not to long ago, a few wonderings popped in my head. These are them (is that proper English or proper drunk-speak?):
1) As a child, I was a fan of the wrong film series.
"I've made a huge mistake."
For most of my life, it’s been Star Wars all the way for me, baby. And as an (alleged) adult, I’ve paid for it dearly, both figuratively and literally.
On the other hand, if I had idolized Agent 007, I might have lived a life of danger (both in and out of the bedroom), but definitely his love of gadgetry would one day complement mine.
2) I should have picked different friends.
"Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?"
Some of my friends I’ve known since I was four years old. And at times I’m left to wonder, what does a kid know? I already mentioned that I chose to make Luke Skywalker my hero and not James Bond when I was a young ‘un. The incident that triggered this thought:
May your dreams be wet, and your diapers stay dry. (Or something like that.)
3) Why does twelve seem like it’s a plural form of twelf, like how it is with pants and pant?
4) If going “number one” and “number two” means what they mean, what would going “number three” on up represent?
BONUS SOBER WONDERING, WHICH I GUESS SHOULD BE A JusWondering:
Why can’t I stop watching this video?
Here’s the shortened version for a maximized quick hit:
THE INVENTION
Free-serve beer spouts, like they have in fast food restaurants. You could purchase a $25 glass and have at it. The wait staff might love it or hate it, so it should be test marketed here first. Preferably at a bar close to my home.
Fountain of Booze
THE LESSON
Don’t drink Guinness through a straw. It looses the taste. Although it is cute when you make a stupid joke about doing so, and the waitress follows through by bringing your next stout with a spout.
Not to be confused with chocolate milk
THE SOBER REALIZATION
“Fountain Dew” tastes really good sometimes. That’s the Mountain Dew you get out of the fountain, if I’ve lost your attention in this complicated post. It happens most often at Taco Bell. Sometimes at KFC and Arby’s. Never at Subway. Because I hate Subway. Fuck Subway. I could make those sandwiches at home.
Drinking with friends is getting to be a problem common again, and ye of the TripleDoubleU get to reap the benefits.
This time around, another blog’s post was brought to my attention. Namely, this headline from IGN:
Here’s one example shared by both the MTV reality show and the classic RPG:
Shared Trait 4: Spiky Hair
But I’ll let you read the remainder of the list by clicking here. You don’t have to be a huge fan of both to get it, but you should be a fan of at least one.
Now that same night, another major item (because Jersey Shore and Final Fantasy are like huge deals) brought to my attention was that these existed:
It's a "Somniosus microcephalus," duh.
Or in other words – the Greenland shark.
Now I’d like to list some facts about the Greenland shark, and how they too are similar to the cast of Jersey Shore.
1) Alternate names
The extra "W" is for "WTF?"
2) Parasites
Microscopic crustaceans ain't just for the beach!
3) Scavengers
Yes. Her hat does read, "Porn Star In Training."
4) Toxic skin
Mr. Duck Phone feels safer with the poisonous shark.
5) Legends
They could be friends, doncha think?
He is The Situation.
Sedna was a girl whose father cut off her fingers while drowning her. Each finger was said to have become a sea creature, including the Greenland shark. (via Wikipedia)
Now that’s quite a situation.
BONUS THING NOT HELD IN COMMON:
Don't worry. This happened during squirrel season.
With summer finally over, it’s time for me to drunken recollect some of my camping highlights. Outside of drinking, eating, being in the water, being on the pontoon, drinking, eating, sitting by the campfire, beach volleyball, drinking, eating, and peeing in the water, this is all I can remember:
1) A squirrel fell out of a tree.
It happened in front of a few of my family members as they were walking. When they reached to check on the immobile rodent, it sprung back to consciousness and took off.
2) Some cyclist had this shirt on, as well as a bushy beard:
A Whopper of a beard, in fact...
3) There was a plan to tie me to a chair if I passed out drunk.
It didn’t happen on the earlier summer trip, but it did happen. At least the dumping me in the lake didn’t.
4) I pulled a boat via a rope in my teeth.
There is a picture out there I do not possess. I do remember my jawline aching, though.
5) There was a strange song playing on the iPod we took out to the sandbar.
Turned out it was from the film, Music and Lyrics. Here it is for your, um, pleasure?
6) In closing…
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