"My precious"
Oi! The things I've done for that precious jerk!
I smoke and had a habit of flicking the ash into my empty. I remember doing that into my full newly opened drink a couple times before I realized.. I was already bleary eyed, so I drank it anyway. Shameful.
I can't believe I just admitted that, but at the time it seemed a splendid notion!
I need to go brush my teeth now...just the memory makes my tongue all crawlsy and wriggly.
I smoke and had a habit of flicking the ash into my empty. I remember doing that into my full newly opened drink a couple times before I realized.. I was already bleary eyed, so I drank it anyway. Shameful.
I can't believe I just admitted that, but at the time it seemed a splendid notion!
I need to go brush my teeth now...just the memory makes my tongue all crawlsy and wriggly.
My friend and I couldn't find a corkscrew, and we couldn't push the cork into the bottle. Did we leave it alone? Of course not, we smashed the neck of the bottle and poured the wine through a stainer........
Precious* hiss*
Precious* hiss*
This is a great thread indeed. Needed some chuckles here.
Anyone else ever break the vodka bottle by accident (IN the plastic grocery bag) while bringing in an armful of groceries and then CAREFULLY pour the vodka from the bag into a glass?
Anyone else ever break the vodka bottle by accident (IN the plastic grocery bag) while bringing in an armful of groceries and then CAREFULLY pour the vodka from the bag into a glass?
I also love this thread!!! It is a brilliant analogy.
And I'm glad we can all have a sense of humour about some of the not-so-lovely things we did.
The amount of times I went digging through garbage bags (I live in a block of flats, so a lot of garbage) to find the half-empty cask I had thrown out the night before. And I rationalised every time that it didn't matter that it had been in the garbage...it was protected in its little silver bag.
May I saw eeewwwwwwwww!
V xx
And I'm glad we can all have a sense of humour about some of the not-so-lovely things we did.
The amount of times I went digging through garbage bags (I live in a block of flats, so a lot of garbage) to find the half-empty cask I had thrown out the night before. And I rationalised every time that it didn't matter that it had been in the garbage...it was protected in its little silver bag.
May I saw eeewwwwwwwww!
V xx
lost count of the number of times I lay on the couch drinking and smoking. Swore that I would quit when I got to the end of the bottle of wine (2nd or 3rd). Finished it. Threw all the empties in the bin, turned on the tap and soaked all my remaining cigarettes with water so I could not smoke them.....
......then 15 minutes later coat on and back down the shop to buy more smokes....and a couple of bottles wine while I was there. Then back on the couch.
......then 15 minutes later coat on and back down the shop to buy more smokes....and a couple of bottles wine while I was there. Then back on the couch.
I also love this thread!!! It is a brilliant analogy.
And I'm glad we can all have a sense of humour about some of the not-so-lovely things we did.
The amount of times I went digging through garbage bags (I live in a block of flats, so a lot of garbage) to find the half-empty cask I had thrown out the night before. And I rationalised every time that it didn't matter that it had been in the garbage...it was protected in its little silver bag.
May I saw eeewwwwwwwww!
V xx
And I'm glad we can all have a sense of humour about some of the not-so-lovely things we did.
The amount of times I went digging through garbage bags (I live in a block of flats, so a lot of garbage) to find the half-empty cask I had thrown out the night before. And I rationalised every time that it didn't matter that it had been in the garbage...it was protected in its little silver bag.
May I saw eeewwwwwwwww!
V xx
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