gia jordan
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I'm drinking Macallan 30 and he's drinking Jameson. Both on the rocks. 4:30 am. Las Vegas. Escaping reality. Good morning!
And can I tell you how surreal it is being in Vegas and NOT shooting a porn convention??? so, we were driving down the street last week and he turns to me and says, "do you want to go to vegas right now?" I wanted to say yes. I've never been asked that before and he's the perfect person to ask me. "I'd love to, but I have shoots the next 3 days." our days off rarely coincide. he goes, "ok, then how about next wednesday? it's still considered spontaneous because i'm asking you right now this second." wednesday? ok, what time? it's a deal. i'm in. and fuck yeah i'm drinking to the whole idea of this and here we are.
frankie fatale
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you should grab a strap on and dp a whore with some nice bolt ons before you leave.
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gia jordan
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He's in the bath tub drinking a Stella. I'm sitting on the vanity across from him. We're talking and passing the bottle back and forth. We're leaving our hotel this morning. Vegas was great. This is one of the best vacations I've ever had.
Does anyone else hate it when someone you're out with counts your drinks?
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I woke myself up this morning because of explosive acid reflux. I was slumbering away and then I felt acid hit the roof of my mouth. I popped two antacids and propped myself up at an angle on several pillows and went back to sleep, but I guess my head was hanging off the back of the pillows because now all my neck muscles are sore. I had Black Box Cabernet with pizza for dinner and then switched over to Bacardi & Diet Coke.
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Originally Posted By: Steezo
Asti Spumante?
Sorry, I don't even know what that is.
Jose Cuervo Especial Gold 1.75L (yeah I know it's cheap shit), 3 halfed then sliced limes, and an ice cold 12 pack of Lone Stars. We're talking tall boys.
This video explains why I connected Tuesday with Asti Spumante. It's a comedy clip about liquor ads and the relevant part starts at around 1:55.
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That ad nicely sums up the joy of drinking. I even have the tendency to strut when I'm drinking.
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i like that ad... saw it this weekend during the bristol race and thought it was great.
Originally Posted By: have2cit
Jose Cuervo Especial Gold 1.75L (yeah I know it's cheap shit)
it is cheap shit but for the money i think it's the tits. i can drink cuervo straight from the bottle no problem at all. actually it is a problem but you know what i mean.
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Indeed it does. I wonder what the producer/casting agent told the agency when they went looking to cast that ad? It had to have been funny.
That motherfucker is confident, if not delusional. I was hoping one of the hot girls would leave her group and join him but I guess Dos Equis has that jondra sewed up.
I haven't drank Southern Comfort since high school, when me and a buddy would go to the Char Pal Lounge and Liquor Store in Tampa (Featured in "Goodfellas") and buy a pint then go to the Burger King and buy a Pepsi and pour out enough to each fit half the bottle in it.
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Love the Southern Comfort ad. Too much tan, outdated eyewear, fabulous belly. He da man.
I gave up on Southern Comfort in high school. Same story as above, only a half gallon and very little Pepsi. Was fine the nite of, but we stashed it on the roof of the men's room at a park. It was deliciously cold the next morning and went down nicely. Coming back up, not as much.
Picked up some bottled stuff from a little brewery in Waitsburg WA on the way home from picking up the Boy at his memaw's. I think I'll be sampling one tonite.
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Gatorade and a doobie will help.
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Not to call you out, GJ, but in the grand scheme most alcohol is sugar garbage, too. Just sayin.
Everyone always says that about alcohol. As a type 1 diabetic, I can tell you that unflavored hard alcohol has no real effect on raising blood sugar. In fact, Bacardi used to advertise Bacardi/Diet Coke as being a zero carb drink. Most red/white wine also has a negligible effect. Beer, on the other hand, is basically liquid bread. I rarely get drunk on beer because of the amount of insulin required to cover all of the carbs.
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gia jordan
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I don't hate wine. I just find it last next to beer on my list. And I enjoy knowing nothing about wine. That always throws people off.
Drinking Ketel1 on the rocks and laying in my blankies, editing porn photos while texting back and forth with my bf who's having a Jameson on the rocks three miles away.
gia jordan
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Beer, on the other hand, is basically liquid bread. I rarely get drunk on beer because of the amount of insulin required to cover all of the carbs.
I've always felt sick, fat, and bloated on beer. Then later I learned the gluten was responsible for that. I wouldn't say I'm gluten-free, but cutting it down dramatically has increased my energy, metabolism, and made my skin nicer.
I'm about to have a Ketel One as well, on the rocks with some diet 7UP. I need a fucking drink.
I went out of town fishing for a couple of days, didn't catch anything worth keeping and drove back late tonight. It's a 2.5 hour drive back to Anchorage and 15 minutes into the drive, my cat shit inside her cat carrier. It only smelled for a few minutes and then went away, so I thought maybe she had just farted. She's never farted before, but I was engaged in wishful thinking. No. Now she's reaching her front legs out thru the bars of the cat carrier and freaking out and crying like crazy.
I can't really let her out because she can't handle being in a car. I've only let her out of her carrier twice before. The first time, she dove down by my feet and got underneath the brake pedal and almost killed us both. The second time, she leaped onto the back of my shoulders and just dug her claws into me. And I didn't want to pull over to clean out her cat carrier because I was worried she'd dart into the woods or something, so I left her in there. And she cried for the next 2 hours straight. And, of course there were 2 long stops for road construction on the way back to town. The only good thing that happened along the way was that I briefly got to talk to a really cute, friendly girl for about 15 seconds when she came over to tell me she'd be driving the pilot truck ahead of me through the construction site and told me to follow her.
So I get back to town after midnight, start bringing things into my house thru the back door and.... DING DONG! There's a fucking lunatic ringing my front doorbell. I answer the door and this guy recoils back comically, kind of like Dracula when someone pulls a crucifix out. I said hello and asked what he wanted, and he recoiled again, like he thought I was going to hit him. Then I take a look at him. He's a Native kid, with straight black hair, a gray mock turtleneck and black pants and boots. Basically, I have a teenage Native Alaskan version of Spock at my front door. Only he has glazed over eyeballs and two black eyes.
He said he's been out carhopping and carhopped my car a while back. I have no idea what the fuck this means and thought he had jumped off a car and injured himself and that's why his eyes are all fucked up. But he keeps talking about how he carhopped my car, but that he did it a few years back and wanted to know if I would accept his apology. I figured out he meant breaking into cars, even though the only definition I know of a carhop is one of those girls in miniskirts and rollerskates who brings out hamburgers to cars in movies from the 1960's. Anyway, I told him no one ever broke into any of my cars and that he should leave, which he did.
I still had stuff in my Jeep around the back of my house, so I grabbed a weapon and ran back there and decided I'd drive around for 10 minutes to see what happens. Sure enough, Spock circles around and comes back, so I pull over down the street and wait. He comes over to my Jeep and has no idea who I am. He asks if I live in my neighbor's house and claims he broke into it a few years back. I told him he needs to leave otherwise I'm calling the police. He starts yelling at me, "Sir! Call 911! CALL 911!!" I ran into my house and called the police and he, of course, comes to my locked front door and tries to let himself inside. Then he sits down indian-style on my front porch and just stares downward. Anyways, the cops came and hauled him away and now I can't fucking sleep.
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Now the smoke detector 15 feet up on the ceiling in my living room is doing the low-battery chirp every 60 seconds and I don't have a fucking ladder.
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A gluten free beer. I tried it about a year ago, it wasn't bad. Be careful of the age though. It has a light brown glass bottle so if it's too old it can get a little skunky.
She must have licked herself clean and then had some food afterwards. I can't get mad at her at all.
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I just found out a substance in women's perfume, ambergris, is fermented whale vomit.
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frankie fatale
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Originally Posted By: Steezo
I'm about to have a Ketel One as well, on the rocks with some diet 7UP. I need a fucking drink.
I went out of town fishing for a couple of days, didn't catch anything worth keeping and drove back late tonight. It's a 2.5 hour drive back to Anchorage and 15 minutes into the drive, my cat shit inside her cat carrier. It only smelled for a few minutes and then went away, so I thought maybe she had just farted. She's never farted before, but I was engaged in wishful thinking. No. Now she's reaching her front legs out thru the bars of the cat carrier and freaking out and crying like crazy.
I can't really let her out because she can't handle being in a car. I've only let her out of her carrier twice before. The first time, she dove down by my feet and got underneath the brake pedal and almost killed us both. The second time, she leaped onto the back of my shoulders and just dug her claws into me. And I didn't want to pull over to clean out her cat carrier because I was worried she'd dart into the woods or something, so I left her in there. And she cried for the next 2 hours straight. And, of course there were 2 long stops for road construction on the way back to town. The only good thing that happened along the way was that I briefly got to talk to a really cute, friendly girl for about 15 seconds when she came over to tell me she'd be driving the pilot truck ahead of me through the construction site and told me to follow her.
So I get back to town after midnight, start bringing things into my house thru the back door and.... DING DONG! There's a fucking lunatic ringing my front doorbell. I answer the door and this guy recoils back comically, kind of like Dracula when someone pulls a crucifix out. I said hello and asked what he wanted, and he recoiled again, like he thought I was going to hit him. Then I take a look at him. He's a Native kid, with straight black hair, a gray mock turtleneck and black pants and boots. Basically, I have a teenage Native Alaskan version of Spock at my front door. Only he has glazed over eyeballs and two black eyes.
He said he's been out carhopping and carhopped my car a while back. I have no idea what the fuck this means and thought he had jumped off a car and injured himself and that's why his eyes are all fucked up. But he keeps talking about how he carhopped my car, but that he did it a few years back and wanted to know if I would accept his apology. I figured out he meant breaking into cars, even though the only definition I know of a carhop is one of those girls in miniskirts and rollerskates who brings out hamburgers to cars in movies from the 1960's. Anyway, I told him no one ever broke into any of my cars and that he should leave, which he did.
I still had stuff in my Jeep around the back of my house, so I grabbed a weapon and ran back there and decided I'd drive around for 10 minutes to see what happens. Sure enough, Spock circles around and comes back, so I pull over down the street and wait. He comes over to my Jeep and has no idea who I am. He asks if I live in my neighbor's house and claims he broke into it a few years back. I told him he needs to leave otherwise I'm calling the police. He starts yelling at me, "Sir! Call 911! CALL 911!!" I ran into my house and called the police and he, of course, comes to my locked front door and tries to let himself inside. Then he sits down indian-style on my front porch and just stares downward. Anyways, the cops came and hauled him away and now I can't fucking sleep.
good story.but you should try tea its pretty relaxing and might help you get to bed next time you got a late night visitor.from the description it reminds me of my cousins' cousin who i call johnny samoa behind his back.this kids a real prick and so is his dad cleveland red.i understand why my uncle hates his inlaws.some of the aunts are hot though with some tits.
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I think I'm going to enjoy Alcoholic Gia. It's a gradual slide, so it takes a long time and the fuck-ups are progressive- and progressively worse. Plus a person like Gia is driven and will likely be high-functioning for a long time.
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