Discussion in 'EU Community' started by BultarSwan, Jan 17, 2009.
I almost grabbed a giant stick to beat it up with.
Really? I find that surprising...I know there are a ton of fans of those books around the boards.
You should have. I guess you're not hardcore enough.
Brownies! Is this a new game?
Well, that depends. If we can start shouting tasty food items, and someone starts making them for us, then yes, its a new game.
I know, I would have thought so...
So if I shout Baklava, I have to make it for you? Never mind then. If I made it I definitely wouldn't share it.
Sounds reasonable. I nominate the new guy.
Chocolate Chip Cookies!
WAY TO RUIN THE ALLITERATIVE SNACKS THOK.
So I see none of you have changed.
What a relief!
I've changed. I used to be an ice cream man*, not a chocolate chip cookie man.
Also, I decree that this game works for alcohol also.
editin the sense that I preferred ice cream, not that I drove around selling it.
I'm not purchasing any one of you beer. Not nobody, not nohow.
A mandatory requirement for university admission is habitual alcoholism. Tis the only subject I truly excel at.
Actually, i had something very different at the bar last night.
A Guinness Float.
You know, I like Guinness, and I like ice cream, but combined? Count me out.
It sounds tasty. I might have to try one sometime.
...yeah, I'll pass on that.
If you close your eyes, its really not all that different tasting than a Irish Car Bomb.
Hmm...so I haven't been around here lately...
I'd take a root beer float, but a beer float? I can't exactly drink so that's out of the question.
But you chug a carbomb. Do you chug a guinness float? That sounds like a way to get brainfreeze. slash drunk.
I'm over finals. I could use a guinness. Even one with ice cream in it.
Thankfully, I'm a freshman who go lucky with all the classes in which finals are optional, so I only had to take my final for Math 111. Next up, Math 122!
Well aren't you special.
I miss three digit classes- after sophmore year my school switched to four digit numbered classes because apparently they ran out of three digit ones or something stupid like that.
At least you have the satisfaction of knowing that I'll have it a lot worse later. You're probably taking sadistic pleasure at the thought of me cramming for finals, working 80 hours a week, and living off of moldy ramen noodles.