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Hip Hop Forums => General Discussion => Topic started by: 1kind on September 14, 2009, 03:59:24 AM
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It's 20h30. I have been steadily downing alcohol throughout the day. The rate at which i empty beers into my throat increases after watching Arsenal lose, and Man U win.
My friends decide to move onto greener things. Weed smoke fills the room. I do not partake this time around. I move onto my more traditional poison. 1 part Russian Bear vodka to 4 parts Stoney ginger beer. It is an innocuous mixture.
We run out of alcohol but it's okay because everyone feels their fair share of the buzz. We decide to move the party into town. The cab will take an hour. We will have to wait, because this cab driver is cheaper.
In town the cab driver drops us off right in front of Marvel. I convince my friends to come in with me. They are persuaded by the sight of beautiful, young woman dancing seductively on the tables. One of them is wearing what would barely pa** as a skirt. A closer look may be in order.
Inside I feel comfortable. The music is not my preference but the tempos and sounds are within my reach. My friends are into house music. They decide to buy drinks and look for somewhere to stand in the crowded club. There are many familiar faces, to which i nod politely. I also partake in my meet-and-greet rituals. After an hour the DJ plays some cla**ics. We all scurry towards the over-populated 'dance floor' to sing along. Unfortunately this brings more people onto the floor. My friends becoming claustrophobic. We need to leave urgenlty.
We take the party to La Reference. The big ba** of house music is being chunred out of two struggling speakers. The sound is too loud it distorts. The pain in my ears adds to my irritation. I comically put my hands over my ears. Some of the patrons look at me disapprovingly.
The good thing about this place is CHEAP QUARTS. Within an hour i have downed 2.25 litres of Black Label.
The music starts feeling good. The mixture of African drums and exotic instruments get me to my feet. This is what they call deep house.
I'm alone on the dance floor . Intoxicated. The music makes me think of heavenly spaces. I'm in a trance. i close my eyes and sway giddily.
All of a sudden my world is interrupted by some Bojo-mujo sounding house with Xhosa lyrics. My world becomes infiltrated by women's shrieks. I'm caught off-guard when this sweet looking young lady looks at me and shouts out the words. Luckily the words are quite repetitive. within no time I'm as animated in my chanting as the rest of them.
The Dj starts mixing the tracks. I don't know the upcoming song. My 'house' friends look comfortable. Apparently the song is from Big Nuz. The words are not as repetitive. Everyone else is belting out the words at the top of their voices.
In my drunken frustrationI scream out, "House music is shit! Yikaka le iculwa apha!"
Everyone else laughs. However 2 guys are offended by my comments. They approach me. They are BEE-fattened. They look intimidating in their inappropriately tight fitting golf shrts tucked into their Chinos. Their belts are struggling to hold back the overflowing bellies.
One guy steps closer to me and calls me a coconut. I tell him that he has enough rolls on his neck to feed Somalia for a month.
A fight breaks out.
I wake up the next morning with a ma**ive headache. My knucles have painful cuts on them and my ribs are painful.
My friends fill me in. They tell me that house music makes me violent...
I'll never listen to Big Nuz again.
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he he he.
you don't sleep, do you?
(03:59:24 AM!)
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Lol, interesting weekend.
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Hahah,, not to laugh at you getting into a fight or anything, but that's a funny story. I've been telling people for years that house music dangerous for your health.
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Lol! Funny enjoyed reading it, finally I have a found a friend who goes through what i experience every weekend. LMAO!
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LOL...looks dope except the fight part.
stay up.
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haha Nights on Long...Made me laugh ;D
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Onek1nd stay away from fights man :D who's gonna rip mics if you in ICU? huh?
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They are persuaded by the sight of beautiful, young woman dancing seductively on the tables. One of them is wearing what would barely pa** as a skirt. A closer look may be in order.
we call them "pussy helmets" ;D
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Lmao..Nice read...iv learnt to be a lot more cautious wen m drunk..cos cats catch feelings easily these days especially them big dudes u stand no chance of beatin in a fight.Plus i avoid hittin on girls sippin on drinks financed by them type of cats and i keep all negative opinions about the ANC,Kaizer chiefs and from now big nuz to myself
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Lmao..Nice read...iv learnt to be a lot more cautious wen m drunk..cos cats catch feelings easily these days especially them big dudes u stand no chance of beatin in a fight.Plus i avoid hittin on girls sippin on drinks financed by them type of cats and i keep all negative opinions about the ANC,Kaizer chiefs and from now big nuz to myself
coming from a skinny guy when in doubt go for the balls, nobody's unbeatable
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Lol.... first of all pussy helmets!!! that's funny motho. the problem is that it doesn't offer much protection for your fishy parts because some of these guys have xxx-ray vision. Ya'll can make the job of undressing you with eyes much easier.
@ Tuboy. I'll be ripping mics from heaven if i had to. There are many familiar faces there anyway...
@Deacon... Long street festival of 2006 the bouncer from Joburg lifted me by the collar. My feet were dangling dangerously close to his balls. Instinctively i swung my right foot and caught him in his soft bits. The dude just winced. He didn't let go. I caught a beating. I'm as skinny as they come... 1.76m weighing 60kg.
So i'd like to make a few alterations to your proposed equation.
Deacon's Hypothesis:
Skinny guy + kick / big guy = Possible Victory + dignity (and lay)
Onek1nd's corollary:
Skinny guy + Run / big guy = Guaranteed survival - Dignity (x preserved facial features for future lay)
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lmao at these equations.
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Lol.... first of all pussy helmets!!! that's funny motho.
i know. i didnt come up with it though, I was just dying for a chance to use it coz i think its a cool term :)
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i keep all negative opinions about the ANC,Kaizer chiefs and from now big nuz to myself
hahahahaha
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Lol.... first of all pussy helmets!!! that's funny motho.
i know. i didnt come up with it though, I was just dying for a chance to use it coz i think its a cool term :)
co-sign 8)
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Skiny dude + backOutOfCurrentFight + more beer + respart fight when totaly drunk a bit layer = victory + pain following morning... - future lay.
Saw this one work live, very sad seeing a nicca get a whopin.
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lol. I enjoyed reading this. It reminds me of the night my ex girl and her sister were partying with you and they told me some entertaining story about you getting drunk. dont remember most of it but they were seemingly very entertained by your behavour.
Deacon's Hypothesis:
Skinny guy + kick / big guy = Possible Victory + dignity (and lay)
Onek1nd's corollary:
Skinny guy + Run / big guy = Guaranteed survival - Dignity (x preserved facial features for future lay)
hahahahaha. good one.
see what i told you Motho when i was mad at the bouncers telling me to take off my hat? these mofos dont play, they dont try to reason with you. my moto, express your anger then bounce within 2 seconds and vent outside. come back calm with a big smile, get your stamp , get your drink and enjoy your evening. :)
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The funny thing is i don't remember that night much. I was just talking shit most of the time.... ;D . Ya'll AGians should hang out with me more often ;)
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see what i told you Motho when i was mad at the bouncers telling me to take off my hat? these mofos dont play, they dont try to reason with you. my moto, express your anger then bounce within 2 seconds and vent outside. come back calm with a big smile, get your stamp , get your drink and enjoy your evening. :)
now i get it, u were tyna avoid a beatdown :D
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Lol.... first of all pussy helmets!!! that's funny motho. the problem is that it doesn't offer much protection for your fishy parts because some of these guys have xxx-ray vision. Ya'll can make the job of undressing you with eyes much easier.
@ Tuboy. I'll be ripping mics from heaven if i had to. There are many familiar faces there anyway...
@Deacon... Long street festival of 2006 the bouncer from Joburg lifted me by the collar. My feet were dangling dangerously close to his balls. Instinctively i swung my right foot and caught him in his soft bits. The dude just winced. He didn't let go. I caught a beating. I'm as skinny as they come... 1.76m weighing 60kg.
So i'd like to make a few alterations to your proposed equation.
Deacon's Hypothesis:
Skinny guy +well placed kick / big guy = Possible Victory + dignity (and lay)
or just buy a taser ;D ;D ;D I hate bouncers
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see what i told you Motho when i was mad at the bouncers telling me to take off my hat? these mofos dont play, they dont try to reason with you. my moto, express your anger then bounce within 2 seconds and vent outside. come back calm with a big smile, get your stamp , get your drink and enjoy your evening. :)
now i get it, u were tyna avoid a beatdown :D
I doesnt matter who was wrong or right but if i had caught a beatdown infront of you I dont think you see me as the cool guy you think I am and that matters to me a lot. ;D
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@ Deac
Have you ever been manhandled buy those Red Jacket mofos?
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@ Deac
Have you ever been manhandled buy those Red Jacket mofos?
I'm too pretty to get manhandled
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@ Deac
Have you ever been manhandled buy those Red Jacket mofos?
animals
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@ Deac
Have you ever been manhandled buy those Red Jacket mofos?
animals
Red Jacket ain't nothing to f*** with...there was gig in UWC, saw a nigga being slapped so hard, he bounced on the ground before he layed there flat...i become sober instantly and became drunk when inside the stadium without drinking again.
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red jackets???
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red jackets???
YUP...ask your peeps who studied around the Cape, they should know.
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red jackets???
YUP...ask your peeps who studied around the Cape, they should know.
they're grown men not above kicking girls in the back.
props to Cape Tech for letting them go.
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@ Deac
Have you ever been manhandled buy those Red Jacket mofos?
I'm too pretty to get manhandled
they probably Bitch handled you pwetty boy ;D ;D ;D ;D
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@ Deac
Have you ever been manhandled buy those Red Jacket mofos?
I'm too pretty to get manhandled
they probably Bitch handled you pwetty boy ;D ;D ;D ;D
Ether
hahahahahahahaha!
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Can anyone actually explain to me why those red-jacket animals get away with beatings that are tantamount to attempted murder? I've had a few run-in's with them too, but i was lucky to escape unscathed...mostly because i've seen the kind of damage they inflict.
So, do they have some license to beat? If not, why is it that they do not get charged more often for a**ault?
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red jackets???
YUP...ask your peeps who studied around the Cape, they should know.
they're grown men not above kicking girls in the back.
props to Cape Tech for letting them go.
oh shit! heard bout them nigga's!!! funny enuf my lil cousin was a victim of such back-kickin. lmao..
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red jackets???
YUP...ask your peeps who studied around the Cape, they should know.
they're grown men not above kicking girls in the back
props to Cape Tech for letting them go.
oh shit! heard bout them nigga's!!! funny enuf my lil cousin was a victim of such back-kickin. lmao..
A pic of this back or you said nothing ;)
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Aforementioned
Weather-beaten
swig
I have had a busy week. I wake up on Saturday morning exhausted. 11h00...
The first thing that comes to mind disturbs me slightly. I don't want to eat immediately. I don't want to urinate immediately. I don't even want to hammer down my morning wood immediately. The first thing I want is a drink!
After I proceed to take care of the aforementioned urges, I head out. The trek from Muizenberg to the livelier parts of Cape Town takes 30 minutes on a train. I cannot wait that long for a drink
I visit the pricey, local bottle store. It is strange to see weather-beaten appearance of alcoholics on white faces. They are funnier to look at. I'm not sure whether that's because of the sunburnt appearance, or the racist inside of me.
They keep the smaller bottles of strong alcohol at the counter. I'm not sure how to tell the lady what i want. Where I come from, half a bottle is called a 'straight' and half of that is called a 'nip'. I'm not sure this Muizenberger will understand. I point to the 'nip' of Russian bear. I happily part with my R20.
At the station I take large swigs of the toxic vodka. Surely this is not healthy. It burns my throat and takes my breath away for a few seconds. I make sure my lips don't come into contact with the vodka. I'm trying to avoid those excessively pink lips. I have a genetic predisposition to this condition because most of my uncles have the sexy pink lip.
I plan everything out. I’ll get into the first carriage. Each time I need a swig, I’ll walk into the convenient space between the carriages. When I’m finished I’ll just walk into the next carriage as if nothing happened.
I meet up with my friends. They laugh at my antics and desperation. I haven’t been paid yet…I have R100 which needs to last till Wednesday.
My mind buzzes with calculations. I compare prices, alcoholic percentage, current levels of dignity. The vodka has helped in lowering the latter, which makes my decisions slightly easier.
My budget does not allow for the likes of Jack Daniels, Red Heart, or Jameson. However my dignity is still too high to go for the likes of Zorba, Alaska peppermint, Cane or Autmn harvest crackling. Finally I decide to go for it. I decide to go back to the 5l boxes of wine.
I’ve never had good experiences with boxed wine. It resulted in me breaking up with 2 girlfriends. It was responsible for getting me mugged. I’ve also spoken it tongues under the influence of boxed wine. I consider it to be the devil’s urine.
Hard times dictate.
While reaching out for the cheapest boxed…marked ‘semi-sweet rose’ I experience an out of body experience.
I think back to the time we used to make fun of the alcoholics in the township who would skillfully remove the silver bag from the box. How they would hold the bag above their heads, and suckle on it like drunken calves. How we would sneak up on them when they pa**ed out, and finish off the remainders. How we would laugh at their ‘phuza face’. How we would mischievously kick and punch their lame bodies. I thought about how they used to fight over the ownership of the silver bags…they were useful when going to swim in the pool.
SCREW that. I’m broke and thirsty. I take the wine. It sets me back R50 for 5 litres. It works out cheaper than the cheapest quarts of beer. Plus it creates more work for the grape-pickers in Paarl. We know how well they are treated. This is my ode to them. All those victims of the Dop system, you are not alone. I am here with you. Solidarity.
I brought back the wine. My friends looked at me disapprovingly. I downed the 60% of the box. I pa**ed out.
I’ll do it again next weekend!
;D
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LOL this dude is seriously hilarious, you drank crackling? my god man cmon, a person with an internet access is not supposed to drink such stuff, don't you get it? you too phly for that crap, you should be messing around with the likes of Johnnie walker and Jameson.
its amazing what this recession is doing to human's, i think im going to go for a more cheaper alternative, perhaps limosin and some long black labels for at least a month. that should be enough saving for the upcoming festive season.
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Autumn Harvest aka The Desperate Students' Drink i aint saying that i drink it.... I aint saying that i dont! Couple years back when i was cutting my penis, some dude killed his friend after they shared a bottle of Paarl Perle(the liquor lips)shame
FuS
FuS
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LOL. ;D no man, i didn't drink Crackling. It was one of the things i automatically excluded. That think will get you an instant 'phuza-face'. You'll go to bed looking like Trevor Noah and wake up looking like Senyaka. And the plastic surgeons will dismiss you as an impossible case.
What i drank was a cheap, boxed wine called Cape Collective. Serve it chilled for greater tasting pleasure.
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my god man cmon, a person with an internet access is not supposed to drink such stuff, don't you get it?
:D u tell him maddy.
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I enjoyed reading that :D
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LOL!crazy stuff...
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LOL! To think i have unopened bottles of red wine in my cupboard ;D
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Ms Jones, kawenze kalok!... ;D
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Lol! Suka! Ubuthanda gqithi utywala.
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Ms Jones, kawenze kalok!... ;D
lol
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Nd'boniseni omuny' umuzi futhi futhi onotywala. Hayi mina ndiyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani. Hayi mina, ndyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani!!!
Yini le ithi 'nca-nca-nca' lomshin' uyakhuluma (x3)
That is the anthem i live by...
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Hahahaha smh nci nci nci uzokufela emanyaleni wena.
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Nd'boniseni omuny' umuzi futhi futhi onotywala. Hayi mina ndiyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani. Hayi mina, ndyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani!!!
Yini le ithi 'nca-nca-nca' lomshin' uyakhuluma (x3)
That is the anthem i live by...
omg...i used to LOVE that song...lol
now i realise it's nonsense
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Nd'boniseni omuny' umuzi futhi futhi onotywala. Hayi mina ndiyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani. Hayi mina, ndyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani!!!
Yini le ithi 'nca-nca-nca' lomshin' uyakhuluma (x3)
That is the anthem i live by...
SMH @ onekind and his crackling addiction
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Nd'boniseni omuny' umuzi futhi futhi onotywala. Hayi mina ndiyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani. Hayi mina, ndyofel' etywaleni kwenze njani!!!
Yini le ithi 'nca-nca-nca' lomshin' uyakhuluma (x3)
That is the anthem i live by...
yho hay' ungunontyintyi sbar'sam.........le outtie inoba itya nesjwejwe!!!
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lol @ anna. it took you this long to realise it is nonsense?
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Eyo! One K1nd I'm tempted mayne can I lace my story too.
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Eyo! One K1nd I'm tempted mayne can I lace my story too.
sure thing.......love ur stories
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Of course man. Anyone with interesting tales of the weekend should go right ahead. As long as you don't make things up, and tell it well.
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yesterday saw these two ol'dudes dashing klipdrift with a lemonade twizza
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I had a long weekend. iLong week ende. My New Year's resolution had been to cease alcohol consumption. However, it was necessary to come up with a midyear’s resolution that served as a slight adjustment to the failed New Years resolution. I had decided to drink less.
After the weekend of the infamous 'papsak’, I was reminded of the late comedian Mitch Hedberg when he said, "The other day I saw a wino eating grapes and I was like...Dude you have to wait."
However, this weekend was far too pleasant. I would gladly sacrifice many livers and pancreases for weekends like these.
It all started on Thursday at Scrumpy Jack in Obs. The R24 litre jug of beer is the main attraction and most popular choice among the patrons (who are mostly exchange students). Over time, I have established a most ridiculous ritual. After purchasing a jug or two at the bar, I ensure that I turn to the closest American girl. I tilt my head back slightly and calmly say, “Nice jugs.” My record of accomplishment at Scrumpy is dismal.
After listening to some brilliant American folk music at Mojo, we head to town. Apparently Ill-Skills will be at Zula Bar. Come on, surely not. Again? Weren’t they here two weeks ago and a week before that? We step into Zula Bar, and lo and behold. Ill skills are on the bill once again. One would expect me to be bored of these ubiquitous appearances. I am not. I like their music. I like their energy. I like their groupies.
After midnight, I always fall into the Zula trap. This is when they start selling Double brandy with coke at R16. I down many of these while I start opening up to strangers about my life’s ambitions.
Four of my friends arrive. They are round and plump. They study ‘film and media’. In a stroke of genius, I have dubbed them The Telechubbies.
Zula starts to close down. The party moves to Marvel. By now, it is a sea of drunken lunatics screaming out their most obscene lines from Lil Wayne or Drake.
After grabbing a couple of drinks for my Telechubbies I settle down on a quiet table. A guy spills his drink on my shoulder. I reprimand him in the most intimidating voice I can muster. He quickly reaches into his pocket in the most animated fashion. I fear the worst. I have always fantasised about being shot at a club. It would put me up there with the famous deaths. Unfortunately, this fool pulls out an identity card of some sort. Above his funny picture, the words National Defence Force appear prominently. He pushes the card towards my face, points at the wording, and warns me not to start something I will not finish. I shrink back into my seat. I look around to make sure no one has witnessed this embarra**ing moment.
Last Call at Marvel is the funniest. The music is faded out. Moans and groans fill the room. I tell the bouncers I will be out as soon as a finish my drink. The last stand is about to take place. The bouncers versus us, the rebels. There are many of us today and the bouncers have their work cut out for them. My comrades start singing the national anthem of South Africa. We sing in drunken unison. Unfortunately the bouncers are experienced. Their strategy is to forcefully remove us one at a time. It is a highly effective strategy. As each one of our comrades is shoved out the door, we bid him farewell. “Na-na-na-na, Hey hey hey. Goooodbyeeeee!”
I wake up on Friday morning with a legendary hang over. I look like an anorexic Masai warrior. My head feels like it has turned into rice krispies. I snack, crackle and pop out of bed. I am late for my first meeting with my girlfriend’s sister. Luckily, my charm is still intact. The innocent smile helps.
I round off my Friday night at a formal event at the Bay Hotel in the waterfront. I have never eaten starters before. My dinner etiquette is a mess. However, any shreds of shame had been removed earlier thanks to Flex Bender (my favourite Kentucky Bourbon).
Saturday we wake up and go at it again. Unfortunately, we have stretched our budget. We have to settle for SOCO (ladies) and Smirnoff (gents). We head to the TV room at my friends University Residence. We hijack the big screen TV by plugging in our X-box. We lock the door and it’s FIFA la Revolution.
Sunday, a world of pain descends upon me. My girl nurses me back to life. Through all my puking, crying, sniffing and promises of never drinking again, she rubs my back and tummy. She cleans up my mess. And fixes me something to eat. This is love.
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I like the way you write :) (no Sodomite)
I think you should do what I did and abandon your dreams of medicine and be a writer.
Flex Bender is the shit, but doesn't come close to Knob Creek or Maker's Mark. It is nice that they add lime for you though.
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Holy crap, how can i forget. After i recovered, my girl and I went to watch Crank 2: High voltage. Holy Mother Theresa and everything sacred!!!! That is the best movie I've seen since I bust a nut for Fight Club....
A must see. It was so over the top in SNLV...even my girl enjoyed it. That just made my weekend perfect.
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:-[ thank you Pyro...
It's funny that you should say that. It has crossed my mind many times. However I'll try find a way to either combine the two, or juggle them. I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
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hahaha. I love the way you right too man. another entertaining piece.
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I wish I could right like that.
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I wish I could right like that.
me too
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I wish I could right like that.
me too
eish. lol
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I wish I could right like that.
me too
stop wishing damnit!!! thats why u have AG. write something here already, if mad and AA can blossom into budding writers so can the two of u :)
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I wish I could right like that.
me too
stop wishing damnit!!! thats why u have AG. write something here already, if mad and AA can blossom into budding writers so can the two of u :)
I WILL NOT tolerate you young lady to use my name as a yardstick for mediocrity >:(, Eyo! one1kind what don't we start a thread for "Flash novels" anything goes just for fun the rules are we do not judge anybody's writing since some of us are not as good.
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I wish I could right like that.
me too
stop wishing damnit!!! thats why u have AG. write something here already, if mad and AA can blossom into budding writers so can the two of u :)
I WILL NOT tolerate you young lady to use my name as a yardstick for mediocrity >:(,
hahahahhaha!
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I wish I could right like that.
me too
stop wishing damnit!!! thats why u have AG. write something here already, if mad and AA can blossom into budding writers so can the two of u :)
I WILL NOT tolerate you young lady to use my name as a yardstick for mediocrity >:(, Eyo! one1kind what don't we start a thread for "Flash novels" anything goes just for fun the rules are we do not judge anybody's writing since some of us are not as good.
AA i know ive been mean to you but i really do enjoy the way u write especially those tales about going to the bar and don't understand why stopped writing them. i was actually complementing you.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
Start a thread telling us about everyone on this site please.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
Start a thread telling us about everyone on this site please.
The internet is not ready for the exposion of people like Andile S'Febe and others of his ilk.
I wanted to ask you the other day. What bike are you planning to get? I am also thinking of getting a bike.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
you need more people.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
Start a thread telling us about everyone on this site please.
The internet is not ready for the exposion of people like Andile S'Febe and others of his ilk.
I wanted to ask you the other day. What bike are you planning to get? I am also thinking of getting a bike.
I've heard so many horror stories about bikes till I decided not to get one. I'll get another one only if I marry a white woman 'cause I know they can keep a husband with no limbs.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
Start a thread telling us about everyone on this site please.
lets not get too excited now... Slow your roll homeboy.
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I'm just curious, how did you know I was studying medicine?
I know everything about everyone.
It's what I do.
Start a thread telling us about everyone on this site please.
lets not get too excited now... Slow your roll homeboy.
ey wena whats your problem. Im sure most of us are interested.
Do it Pyro. we are ready for the exposion.
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It all started on Thursday at Scrumpy Jack in Obs. The R24 litre jug of beer is the main attraction and most popular choice among the patrons (who are mostly exchange students).
So how many of those jugs have u managed to clock up onek1nd, i hear you get a price of some sort of you can beat the current record?
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Motho I have looked at that leaderboard many times. The current record is 15 jugs in one night. I searched for the record holder on the interweb. The results show that he suffered 'alcohol poisoning'. He is now brain dead and living with the white woman who encouraged him on the night.
@ Pyro. About the AG expo... ;D. It's the first time I've heard someone openly admit to being a stalker.
@ Detective... I remember once upon a time you caught feelings because your style of underwear was exposed. ;D Are you sure you want to encourage these expos.
@ AA. I'm not sure what a flash novel is.
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@ Pyro. About the AG expo... ;D. It's the first time I've heard someone openly admit to being a stalker.
@ Detective... I remember once upon a time you caught feelings because your style of underwear was exposed. ;D Are you sure you want to encourage these expos.
Not a stalker, I just automatically know things. Info seems to follow me, whether I want it or not.
Those pics were cool. Maybe that is why RR wants us to do more exposions. You should take more of those RR
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i had the most lamest weekend ever, wanna know why? because i had little booze to drink after a long drought i intentionally caused upon my throat.
there was i thinking missing alcohol for 14 days would make it more tastier and smooth when i sip it again. i a**umed
everything would be different and i would fel like it was the first time. it was such a shock to discover that everything i
had a**umed was wrong, completely wrong. amstel is my god, i always look up to it. im always chamred by its nice
looking green and gold bottle. marzen gold has always been my savior. ive laways counted on it when the recession took
its part in my miserable life. it is 2 bucks cheaper than amstel so its a more better alternative than black label. finamcially black is the best but based on quality marzen unreluctantly takes the crown.
the traven near the campus destroyed every ambition i had about alcohol this past weekend, couldnt believe my ears
when the bar man told me that neither the amstel or a marzen gold was available, i had to make an instant decision
because thirst was eating me alive. decided to go for black which was something i never thought of sipping that day, its a pity i only had 90 bucks. it sucks to drink alone when u broke. little did i know that this black was also not available. wtf!!!
i had to buy castle lite on a saturday night, like what the f*** man???? castle f***ing lite??? if theres one beer i hate it has to be castle lite, i can make that shit by myself, pour a little soda water on a galss half filled with castle lager and then im on business. i had to take my anger out on someone, so i chose to tell some youngin to piss off my face coz he scrares the shit out of me, when he talked back i tried to slap him before he could finish, some dude broke the fight and i was booted out of the joint and now thanks to reckless and sole drinking i now had a bruised back and a painful neck.
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@ Detective... I remember once upon a time you caught feelings because your style of underwear was exposed. ;D Are you sure you want to encourage these expos.
Those pics were cool. Maybe that is why RR wants us to do more exposions. You should take more of those RR
hahahaha. forgot about this.
im talking sort of like how AA described me like he has met me before (dude was spot on, except for one small detail i think). couldnt believe that shit.
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Motho I have looked at that leaderboard many times. The current record is 15 jugs in one night. I searched for the record holder on the interweb. The results show that he suffered 'alcohol poisoning'. He is now brain dead and living with the white woman who encouraged him on the night.
that's a myth designed to keep you from going for that record, come on. You know you want to. Ill even buy your first jug for u and organise a type of "rent-a-crowd" to cheer u on... come on
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challenge accepted Motho. Give me 3 weeks to detoxify... End of October we'll do it. But you need to organise a couple of people to come with me. I cant do it alone.