You can tell it was a good night… If the debris left hanging around includes a scene like this…
Handcuffs are interesting things to have around drunk people… Some people can’t resist putting them on… Now I’m not saying specifically I’m one of them… Never 😉
… And just to clarify – I wasn’t the only one cuffed last night – but I’m too much of a nice Spabbit to name names, Giggles…
The other carnage included a pile of empty drinks cans and bottles which make the family look like hard core alcos! I have other photos which confirm my vague memories of keeling over on the couch, snoozing from around midnight until whenever I half-woke and crawled into bed! Breakfast was a full fried affair with an added fuckton of ibuprofen on the side; couldn’t be made until I’d cleaned up the carnage – and that was painful!
It’s an amusing fact, to me at least, that my wife can still drink me under the table!
… I’ve never drinking again… Until the next time! 🙂
Gotta link an article from the SciBabe… Well worth a read…
I LIKE this woman!
I found these on teh interwebs… credit to whomever created 🙂
In reference to the Fucking Retards Post…
It has taken some time for the pure diamond-hard level of drooling Stupida to seep through the layers of middle management to HR, but it’s happened, yes, Stupida has been fired!
I believe the eventual reasons were that she couldn’t muster the will power to keep her rabid-shit-flap of a mouth closed when on calls, and ended up swearing at customers; and performing a role which has strict regulations, and fucking them up royally.
It’s excellent news for the company, I think the share-price might even rise. On the downside for humanity, rumour has it that the fucking-drooling-chav-gypsy-queen-slag-bag is now working for British Gas; I pity the customers she’s now inflicted on.
Excellent news for me, I can once again feel comfortable in my working environment without feeling a continual need to bury the nearest sharp (Or blunt… what the fuck!) object lethally deep in her rancid flesh! 🙂
Yes. Me, one of the most ardent and militant atheists you’ll ever likely meet (Or not).
I’ve found the perfect religion… The Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. Sacred things: Fridays, a stripper factory, and a beer volcano; and you don’t even have to believe. So… I thought “Fuck them all”, those child molesting abusing scum-vermin (Commonly known as the clergy) with their special rights and considerations in society (Blind as it is)… I have the same rights… LMAO. How’s that for sardonic?!
However the difference is I’m doing it to be the exact opposite reasons and rational, and to make a point how worthless the whole thing is. I’m an ordained minister… yet… get this – I’m choosing to be a part of an organisation which is opposite to religion as we know it – no deaths or hurt or harm in the name of this one, no children abused or raped, none of that shit! Just a good time with a stripper factory and a beer volcano!
So, again my point is proved – I’m choosing not to belong to an abusive organisation soaked in the blood of the ages – if you could reason with the religious, there wouldn’t be any!
(Yes, I’ve edited this one, you think I’m going to give you nutters my real ID!?) lol.