Discussion in 'SouthWest Region Discussion' started by Andromeda13, Sep 2, 2005.
I've thought of that.
Oh god, memories...my ex-roommate got drunk off that stuff, and then barfed all over my bed and pillow. dumb ?%*!$
Never mix Boones, Tequila and Guinness. You will never stop throwing up
or...hmmm...what was it i drank that night??? never mind...better to just not mix alcohol...safer that way
It's no fun if you don't mix
Never get drunk on peppermint schnapps. Afterward, brushing your teeth can be really difficult.
Yeah... wine and tequila- not good.
Mmmmmm..... Boone's starwberry hill is good with Mountain Dew!! The sweet nectar of teh gods!
Now I know who to give my bottle to.
My mom had got me a Mickey Mouse shirt for me and it was pretty expensive. The first time I wore it, it rubbed my nipples raw. It had embroidery that was really rough on the inside of the shirt! I told my mom that I did not want to wear it because it hurt. She continued to get me to wear it because she thought I was being silly!
The other worse gift(s) was from my ex-boyfriend whose mom sold Avon. Every gift was some Avon junk that a customer did not want or free samples!
or goldschlagger...you can't chew big read after that
luke, ya made my nipples hurt w/that story
A shirt that......
This happened to me. Some buddies and I drank too much for Y2K. We drank that gawd awful Goldshlagger and Hot Damn. I was so sick, I spent the following day throwing up nothing but Bile. The worst part was when I got back to work the following Monday. I used to stock the register candy and gum. I still have a hard time just looking at Big Red. The smell that circled and hovered the cases of the gum made me sick to my stomach.
I once received a bagged set of comics (Death of Superman). This upset me, for one I'm not too fond of DC let alone Superman, second, I thought that the Superman death thing was blown out of proportion, and three, I hated the idea of "bagged...holographic...cover enhancements" to boost the sales of comics. You had to buy extra copies, one to open, and one to keep in the bag.
"Come, son of Jor-El...neal before Zodd. Snoochie boochies noochies...he he he he he!"
I got foot powder for x-mas once. It wasnt one of those small bottles either. It was like a gallon of foot powder!
that's a pretty sucky gift right there...
I can't even smell Boones or Mad Dog 20/20 without feeling very very sick.
Dude foot powder??? Actually, I know somone currently thst needs some...and in that amount too..
Ugh, Mad Dog, me too!
I couldn't eat anything for a day or two after....
Clem, ha ha! (I am glad I am able to appreciate this, thanks to a good storyteller!)
BTW way, it's not TK that needs it.....
hey I know who it is too. HA HA HA. Thankfully it's not me!
True, Matt and I were foot models, coincidentally (but not for the same agency)
Our feet are so lovely, they could make a Marine cry
Last year for Xmas my ex got me a stay in a homeless shelter for battered women. Complete with Heroin addict and mentally ill room mates.