PILLS! PILLS! PILLS!

They oughtta name it the Big Bossman Memorial Tower. But what do I know...

How is this less boring than it was 24 hours ago?

Who?

"Hand me the keys you fuckin' cocksucker, what the fuck.."

Never noticed that, but he was always a stickler when it came to checking the integrity of his wrist tape.

It's kinda funny, though, as Steele is one of the few talents who is eccentric enough to show up to a PPV and not actively participate in the match he's in and it doesn't seem out of character at all.

Any "female" poster who uses "her" image in "her" avatar is suspect, as they should be. Especially Ginger Snaps.

Did that last weekend (not on purpose) at the end of the night and it didn't make a bit of difference. Has anybody here voluntarily thrown up so that they could continue drinking?

Cold pizza and water for my stomach. I try not to go anywhere near acetaminophen after I've been drinking, but I'll be damned if a single Excedrin Migraine isn't my short-term friend in situations like these.

Even if she gets nothing out of quitting her position as a secretary at Dunder Mifflin, at least she's no longer a secretary at Dunder Mifflin. That's been one of her hangups as long as the series has been going on.

This reminds me of the time that I camped out at Turkey Run State Park when I was nineteen. I consumed my fair share of Captain Morgan Spiced, Barcardi Light Dry, a couple Long Island Iced Teas, some Jello shots and many cans of beer. The only time I can remember not being able to walk in a straight line. Usually, no matter how fucked I've gotten, it's never been that bad. Also, I gave some chick a black eye when our heads collided. And I almost fell into a campfire. And I threw up in a tent. This is why I barely touch hard liquor nowadays.

Is that Wayne Coyne and Leah Thompson?

The pointing to the skies kind, or the trying to springboard off of something high and falling flat on your ass kind? I really don't remember. This was around the time where I was not shy about putting on my generic luchador mask and crashing through random, purposeless objects at parties, so anything is possible.

I doubt that I can remember what could be considered the craziest night of drunken madness, but many years ago I got lost in downtown Chicago with a couple close friends. It was after the Girls Against Boys concert, and we had already been drinking all night. I found myself stumbling around with a 40 oz. in hand and somehow sneaking onto the roof of the Holiday Inn. Throwing a wooden ladder off of a parking garage roof to watch it break. Lots of public urination but no vomit that I can recall. Finally located the car around dawn. I actually have dozens of pictures somewhere that could accompany this story. Though I don't think that compares to the time that I drank a fifth of Southern Comfort with double my nightly dosage of Ambien out of sheer stupidity. I don't remember much, other than waking up to a fifteen-page journal entry, much of which was illegible, and my dirty clothes basket downstairs, next to the washing machine, covered in puke. The washing machine lid was open and the water was sitting, dormant. I really can't recall my actions, other than what my roommates relayed to me, which included but was not limited to me telling off one of my roommate's girlfriends (who nobody liked) and regaling everybody with my Sabu impersonation. This was on a weeknight, btw. Don't be like me, kids.

Is this a rhetorical question? Do you always answer a question with a question? So what if he does? Did I say it was a problem? Am I a mind reader? Is there a point to this? Why do you ask?