Nighthawk

I've been to Mexico, but didn't do any of the wild shit people typically do in Mexico. I was young. I would like to go to Japan, though. Everything I hear about it makes me think I'll just fall in love with the culture. I hear it's like living in a video game. Plus they have pretty and young girls eating shit and licking out the asshole of a dog (Not to mention Cockroach Eating Girl). I don't know where they find these ladies, but they are there, apparently. They have professional quality porn comics which people draw themselves and publish, for the sheer joy of it. Movies about giant monsters. Crazy horror movies. So much more. God I love Japan. When I get there (and that's when, not if), I will either just never come back, or if I do come back, I'm bringin' a wife with me.

We will have to wait until the movie comes out to see.

Coal Chamber fucking suck. When I (24) was recently going out with this 18 year old chick, and she was talking about Coal Chamber, I said exactly that ("... fucking suck") and she said "Yeah, people your age tend to think that, but people my age like them." That should say it all.

I get what you're going for here, but that's just silly. I will point out that there is an LL Cool J song called "Milky Cereal". And as for the Milky expiration date, the deathclock says I will die June 8, 2039. Smart money says I'll rise 3 days later, though. In addition, Dethklok is my favorite band. I sympathize with you here. There is a remarkably simple answer, though. You have to get her alone, away from work. So just say sometime, "Hey, you want to get lunch together?" or "Hey, shall we grab a coffee?" or whatever the devil it is you people do in England... trust me, if she's really flirting with you, this is exactly what she wants you to do. And if she's not, she'll say no, but you won't look like a fool, because you didn't say "Please go out with me.", you were just trying to be social. It's win/win. And when you've got her alone, just talk to her and be nice to her. It's easy. If even that makes you nervous, try it a couple times with girls there who you aren't interested in, as a decoy/warmup. Too much is when it interferes with your life. Like Dr. Drew said, an alcoholic is someone who drinks in the face of consequences. If there aren't any... drink away. The only thing to consider here is your health, and how it makes you feel. Plus, are there no consequences because you drink in moderation, or because you're lucky? I myself have faced a shitload of consequences and drank anyway, because the mild enjoyment I get from booze was more important to me than those consequences (isolating certain people, getting kicked out of my parents house... I should really be bowing down and thanking liquor for that one). So really it's a matter of priorities. The other thing here is if we ever settled down and had kids. That would really alter the situation. But as single, healthy, young adults, we should be allowed to drink a fair amount. If we can't do it, who can? We just have to know that the answer to "How much is too much?" is not stagnant. It will change along with our lives. PS I absolutely adore the picture.

Ok, marriage is basically an institution of the Bible. We used to need that, when the strongest and brightest led the clan. But now... it means as much as a monkey's dick. I could elaborate. But that's true, and I'm sleeping. And ask whatever you want, in the interim. But feel free to ask that again. Cause I have more to say.

And yeah, same girl I mentioned there. Once I taped thumb tacks onto all my fingers, and beat the bleed out of her. But she wanted it. During? No I never did anything in the course of an act that she didn't want before. But I did beat the shit out of her. I made her hurt... bad. But she loved me. Do you know love? No. And did you know I love pain, and adore being beaten and cut, just pretty much... all the time. Well, I do. And whatever she wanted on top of that, I always topped her.

Drugs? Oh yes, I did about pretty much... all. But yes... this: This has all reminded me of a really good story. I've told this to very few people, because whenever I do they pretty much call me a liar. But you guys will get it. I used to date this girl, and we were in a band together. She played the guitar and I sang. And she had worked out something where we going to play during amateur night at some local club. Not a big thing, there were like 50 people in the audience. But I told her, "We should really make a huge impression. Let's do something really rock and roll. When I'm singing, make sure I don't know when it's coming, but just take your guitar and smash me over the head with it as hard as you can." She did. And it really hurt a lot. I was like "Fuck, I know what I said, but that really hurt, you bitch!" I almost beat up my girlfriend in the middle of a show. I didn't hit her, but I tackled her, and our "song" totally dissolved. We wound up just doing acid with the rest of the local "bands" for the rest of the night, so my memory of the immediate events are a blur, but she told me later that that club had banned any of us from ever showing our faces there again. That's a good example of why I worry about somebody taking my shit seriously. I also made an offhand comment once that "Skeletally anorexic girls are sexy." And I saw her again a week later and she said "I haven't eaten since the last time we talked. Are you happy?" "No, you dumbass, I didn't really mean that!" I ended up sitting on her and forcing a hot pocket down her throat.

These were popular briefly. I will answer any god damn thing you ask, from "What is your favorite ice cream flavor?" to "Were you molested as a child?" And I will give you as much detail as you want. For the sample questions, "Cherry Garcia" and "Yes, by my 16 year old babysitter when I was 8." More details (about ice cream), ask. I will answer anything, seriously. TSM went through a fad of these threads, and I love tsm, so I'm doing it. Try me. I will tell you the truth.

My stories involving bowling are three things: Chucking the ball so hard it sailed across the lane and landed in the lane next to me. Playing air hockey in the arcade, losing, and throwing my... stick? Whatever you call it, the thing you hit the puck with, all the way across the alley. Winning one of those claw machines for the only time in my life. A stuffed moose. All before the age of ten.

So my resolve to not drink lasted a good two days. It just spirals and escalates until I get annihilated and say "That's it!" and then slowly climb the ladder back to that point. That once a year or so suicidal drunk is what keeps me alive. It's like I've heard a lot of junkies and street folk say: One month a year in jail, or one year every five, will keep you alive. It's how GG made it to 36. Same principal. I drank in moderation today. Six dollar shots will do that to you. So I had four shots of Wild Turkey and two Bud Lights. $30, but that was a very comfortable drunk to me. Not wanting more... not puking and making a fool of myself. Cruising. So maybe I'll try to keep it around there.

Oh, and by the way, the way the beard was shown here, that was like third day of growing it. It's majestic now. I walk down the street, and girls I've never met before call their boyfriends and say "It's over... No, seriously, we're through. You should see this guy's face."

Don't question my loyalty to the fantasy genre. Need I remind you: Unicorn is less gay than fairy. That fairy shirt there has the same texture of purple as this unicorn one, actually. And they are therefore a set. That settles it. Purple! Unless it ends up as both. But purple first.

Broccoli does. It has a fairly advanced nervous system. It can theoretically feel pain.

I'm have both in me, but I'm more Scottish.

It's sort of an overly complex story, but it was this: at this sporting goods store, some of the items were stored in the back, and if you wanted one, you went and told the cashier and they would call for it over the PA. Often, because the store was a wreck, we'd be out and you'd have to go up and say we didn't have any. She'd look in the computer and then storm back there and be like "The computer says we have three, you're just being lazy." and look for a minute and then be like "I have to get back to the register. Stop being lazy and find it now!" and you don't find it, and she then she complains to management, which on this unfortunate instance was me. I put up with for a while... but I decided it was time for the truth. I was sort of coasting by that point, didn't really want to work there. The place was incredibly incompetent. New shipments would come in, and somebody would be like "I don't feel like putting this up." and stick it in the corner put a bunch of stuff in front of it (largely why we could never find anything). People would always show up drunk or high, one guy even carried a flask on the sales floor. Everybody was fucking everybody else, occasionally on the clock. I mean, I fucked a couple girls I worked with, but not, you know, during work.

You're not enjoying it as much you thought you would, yet you pretty explicitly said you knew it was a mistake. Solution is to back the fuck out of it. In somewhat related news, earlier this morning I took what was undoubtedly the biggest shit of my life. Afterwards, I felt empty inside, but I knew it had to be done. That's what you'll feel.

That doesn't sound too different from where I worked, although the position of "head cashier" really held no authority. So she couldn't send anyone home, but she was a righteous bitch to everyone. It was her I was fired for calling a dumb bitch, and she went home in tears. Naturally everyone loved me. Whenever I stop back into the place I get greeted like Norm in cheers, especially after I wore a shirt which said "You Dumb Bitch" when I was there to get my last check. I was only really fired because I was management, and couldn't really talk that way to my subordinates. One of the other girls who used to work there (who I'm still friends with, by the way) called her a "fat ugly cow who will die alone" and only got written up.

The purple one is from a place called The Mountain, who have a lot of neat fantasy stuff, but you can just find that stuff through Amazon. A lot of merchants just put up their whole stock on there, so one search cross references a lot of sites. So I think the answer is pretty resoundingly "the purple one", but I do like Brujo's idea.

I made that one. I'm gonna frame it.

I like them both, but I think the pink might be perceived as me trying to make some sort of statement.

I'll apply for a job there. You can just outright tell people to go fuck themselves, but if you deny it, there's nothing they can do? Awesome.

There's plenty of reasons to disparage, that's just the most glaringly obvious one. It's like talking shit about Chris Benoit for murdering his family. No, there was plenty else wrong with him... it's just, y'know... c'mon. But if you really want a new reason, get into heroin. It's better than cough syrup, it's trendy, you'll lose weight, and even noted ex junkies Scott Weiland and John Frusciante extol it's benefits in a creative sense to this day.

That's a pretty dick thing to do though, just quit showing up. Sometimes people deserve that, though, I know.

You know, Hot Rod was legitimately the funniest movie I've seen in years. Literally years, and I was in tears almost the whole time. Response to it seems pretty polarized, though.

As a former professional drinker, I could talk about alcohol, even though I've recently vowed to never drink again. I don't have a lot to say about beer, but liquor I know about. If I was drinking beer, though, it was usually a 40 of Miller High Life, once I got out of Florida, cause they don't sell them there. Absurd, but hey, I don't really like beer. Cans, usually Coors. Fuck it. Sam Adams was pretty good. I was always a big Jim Beam fan. Jack Daniels was ok, liked it more for mixing. I'd drink Beam straight and smoke a Marlboro red, made you feel like a man. I actually preferred to mix Pepsi with whiskey than Coke. If I was going for the cheap stuff, I didn't mind Old Crow. Old Crow is a good depression drink. You feel like sitting in the rain and listening to Tom Waits with that stuff. Would occasionally get Wild Turkey. I honestly don't know why I didn't drink more Wild Turkey, I always liked it. Maker's Mark as well. I'd always order that in bars, although I usually drank outside of that setting. Part of my loyalty to Jim Beam is probably that GG drank Jim Beam. I would often drink the same things and my various rock idols and what not. Got Bushmill's Irish whiskey for that reason, cause of Jim Morrison. I could take or leave it. Now as for vodka, it's Grey Goose all the way, even before the Ying Yang Twins classed it up with that song. It really is very good, but not cheap. I tried Patrick Bateman's drinks, J&B and Finlandia. Finlandia really wasn't that good, I'm surprised he was written as drinking it. J&B always just felt too Christmassy. Like drinking port or something. The thing I like about vodka is that cheap vodka is just that. Cheap vodka. So if you really don't care and just want to get wasted, there you go. Vodka is the only thing I could ever lower myself to just getting the bottom shelf generic whatever. If I wanted a decent vodka without paying for Grey Goose, Absolut was ok. For gin, Bombay was good, and I enjoyed Beefeater, but if I'm drinking gin, it should probably be cheap gin. Seagram's was perfectly fine, and it has hip hop cred, much like the 40s. I actually rather enjoyed the taste of Seagram's.