Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 10:37 pm
Fuck you, this thread is mine now.
You know those times where you go out for happy hour and you have that slow, horrible realization that you're not gonna get fed?
Maybe it's because I live within walking distance to five breweries, but we have these nights where we are out with friends. Erm, her friends. Some of them are my f-- We're out with the goddamn Grundersons.
And the BAAAAAAAAAR or brewery has "appetizers." If you're lucky. The place tonight for happy hour had "caviar" and "meat and cheese plate." Because I want to relate to you people and the spammers, let's pretend I got the meat plate.
I'm eating the meat and cheese plate in front of her friends. That means I can't tip the entire thing into my mouth and consume it in one setting. Just a sec, Flack tweeted about a SD extender for the Amiga. Bought. I gotta make little goddamn sandwiches or some shit. To retain my masculinity, I eat the tea cracker, duck and cheese in one gulp. I am not sitting there HEE HEE taking bites of this.
There's a two hour limit downtown because it was "Happy Hour." That means we got two hour meter parking. We leave and I realize I didn't really have supper.
There was a boxed Caesar Salad in the fridge.
I come from a long line of pizza enthusiasts. My little suburb that I grew up in had six pizzerias for 2,000 people. I want to say thats the highest per-population in the world for GOOD pizza parlors. Places you'd actually go to. When deprived of supper, you order a pizza. Only I can't do that now because I live in Denver.
So I ate the boxed salad. Instead. God. If you call this "living."
But that's why I get this thread. I'll be updating every Sunday, and even more so when Pinback dies of a coronary. Not from being overweight, but because I stressed him out by badgering him about this fucken thread.
You know those times where you go out for happy hour and you have that slow, horrible realization that you're not gonna get fed?
Maybe it's because I live within walking distance to five breweries, but we have these nights where we are out with friends. Erm, her friends. Some of them are my f-- We're out with the goddamn Grundersons.
And the BAAAAAAAAAR or brewery has "appetizers." If you're lucky. The place tonight for happy hour had "caviar" and "meat and cheese plate." Because I want to relate to you people and the spammers, let's pretend I got the meat plate.
I'm eating the meat and cheese plate in front of her friends. That means I can't tip the entire thing into my mouth and consume it in one setting. Just a sec, Flack tweeted about a SD extender for the Amiga. Bought. I gotta make little goddamn sandwiches or some shit. To retain my masculinity, I eat the tea cracker, duck and cheese in one gulp. I am not sitting there HEE HEE taking bites of this.
There's a two hour limit downtown because it was "Happy Hour." That means we got two hour meter parking. We leave and I realize I didn't really have supper.
There was a boxed Caesar Salad in the fridge.
I come from a long line of pizza enthusiasts. My little suburb that I grew up in had six pizzerias for 2,000 people. I want to say thats the highest per-population in the world for GOOD pizza parlors. Places you'd actually go to. When deprived of supper, you order a pizza. Only I can't do that now because I live in Denver.
So I ate the boxed salad. Instead. God. If you call this "living."
But that's why I get this thread. I'll be updating every Sunday, and even more so when Pinback dies of a coronary. Not from being overweight, but because I stressed him out by badgering him about this fucken thread.