Ever fall down trying to put your pants on?
#21
Posted 13 October 2009 - 05:35 AM
Usually it's my shoulders, happens when I'm sober, drunk just makes it far worse.
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Proud supporter of the Wolves of Winter. Glory be to her Majesty, The Lady Snow.
Cursed Summer returns. The Lady Now Sleeps.
The Sexy Thatch Burning Physicist
Τον Πρωτος Αληθη Δεσποτην της Οικιας Αυτος
Proud supporter of the Wolves of Winter. Glory be to her Majesty, The Lady Snow.
Cursed Summer returns. The Lady Now Sleeps.
The Sexy Thatch Burning Physicist
Τον Πρωτος Αληθη Δεσποτην της Οικιας Αυτος
RodeoRanch said:
You're a rock.
A non-touching itself rock.
A non-touching itself rock.
#22
Posted 13 October 2009 - 05:38 AM
Drunk I just sit more
or fall over spectacularly
I had a friend fall off a balcony trying to put pants on drunk... it was funny... after we knew he wasn't dead
I had a friend fall off a balcony trying to put pants on drunk... it was funny... after we knew he wasn't dead
That Elephant is looking rather frayed at the edges
#23
Posted 13 October 2009 - 05:42 AM
Alls well that ends well Centz.
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Proud supporter of the Wolves of Winter. Glory be to her Majesty, The Lady Snow.
Cursed Summer returns. The Lady Now Sleeps.
The Sexy Thatch Burning Physicist
Τον Πρωτος Αληθη Δεσποτην της Οικιας Αυτος
Proud supporter of the Wolves of Winter. Glory be to her Majesty, The Lady Snow.
Cursed Summer returns. The Lady Now Sleeps.
The Sexy Thatch Burning Physicist
Τον Πρωτος Αληθη Δεσποτην της Οικιας Αυτος
RodeoRanch said:
You're a rock.
A non-touching itself rock.
A non-touching itself rock.
#24
Posted 13 October 2009 - 05:46 AM
Drunk. Sober. It matters not when it comes to pants issues for me.
Dammit.
Dammit.
#25
Posted 13 October 2009 - 05:48 AM
We're all special snowflakes in our own way, Rodeo. Blaming booze is just a great way to shut up questioning people.
Trouble arrives when the opponents to such a system institute its extreme opposite, where individualism becomes godlike and sacrosanct, and no greater service to any other ideal (including community) is possible. In such a system rapacious greed thrives behind the guise of freedom, and the worst aspects of human nature come to the fore....
#26
Posted 13 October 2009 - 06:47 AM
No. I'm a winner.
Suck it Errant!
"It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum...and I'm all out of gum."
QUOTE (KeithF @ Jun 30 2009, 09:49 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
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#27
Posted 13 October 2009 - 12:34 PM
Eddie Dean, on 12 October 2009 - 08:15 PM, said:
Speaking of pants, I had a friend (very smart fellow) convince another friend (not very smart/gullible fellow) that pants actually had a silent k in the beginning of the word. He even went home and said to his dad, "guess what Potts told me today that I didn't know". I think he got grounded. Anyway, anytime we drink a few we start yelling, "kpants!" until he gets pissed.
Seriously, this is the most f-ed up thing I have ever seen in my life. A little history first though - In the 80's there was a tv show called Get a Life, starring Chris Elliot. In one episode (the only episode I even slightly remember, because frankly it was the mid 80's and I was barely 8 years old) anyway, I remember the star having problems in a spelling bee, and adding the letter K to the word pants. So since then, I have (when drunk amazingly), used the word kpants (kuh-pants). What are the odds that there is anyone else in the world, not to menton someone in the Southern US, that would also add a K to the word pants?
Took a little work but here is the part of the script that I was talking about
ANNOUNCER -- Welcome to the finals of the 60th World Spelling Bee carried
live to 36 countries with a total viewership of 57 billion. Later today,
we'll be joining the Super Bowl, already in progress.
GUS -- You did it kid. It's just you and that godless commie robot.
WORLD JUDGE -- We are ready to commence the final spell-off between the ugly
American Chris Peterson and the Russian Ivanovitch Smith. If only all the
world's difficulties could be settled not on battlefields but by spelling
bees. Mr. Smith, spell Iatrophysics.
IVANOVITCH -- Iatrophysics. i-a-t-r-o-p-h-y-s-i-c-s. Iatrophysics.
WORLD JUDGE -- That is correct.
CHRIS -- Yeah sure, you can spell iatrophysics but can you justify your
country's role in the 1877 Russo-Turkish War? I don't think so.
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, we set aside politics during spelling bees. Are
you ready for your turn?
CHRIS -- Yeah, yeah go ahead, hit me with your best worden. That's the
pre-Teutonic word for word.
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, spell titmouse.
CHRIS -- (stifles laugh) I'm sorry judge, could you repeat that?
WORLD JUDGE -- The word is titmouse.
CHRIS -- (laughs uncontrollably falls to the floor)
GUS -- That's queer, he hasn't giggle like a schoolgirl since his brain
lurched into gear.
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, can you spell titmouse?
CHRIS -- (laughs) I,I would probably experience a slight bit of difficulty
with the first triumvirate of letters.
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, time is running out.
GUS -- Kid, kid you're gonna blow it. Just think about hocking those
dictionary jewels. Get outta my face hag, you're glass eyes gonna crack.
CHRIS -- T-i-t-m-o-u-s-e. Titmouse.
WORLD JUDGE -- That is correct. Mr. Smith, spell coarctation.
IVANOVITCH -- Coarctation. c-o-a-r-c-t-a-t-i-o-n. Coarctation.
WORLD JUDGE -- That is correct.
GUS -- Kid, we're in trouble. (can no longer do origami and shows empty
bottle of Toxic waste from home)
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, Mr. Peterson, spell pants.
CHRIS -- Pants.. um...ah...oh. Normal clear non-milky sweat. Ah. Could you
repeat the word please?
WORLD JUDGE -- Pants.
CHRIS -- Do you mean pants...as in trousers or um, pants as in really fast
sports cars?
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, why are you conducting yourself in the manner of
a complete moron?
CHRIS -- I'm not a moron...I think..I mean I don't think. Ah, could you use
pants in a sentance.
WORLD JUDGE -- Please try on this pair of pants.
CHRIS -- Well, that's no help at all.
WORLD JUDGE -- Mr. Peterson, you are running out of time.
CHRIS -- Allright...ah.........................k?
MAN IN CROWD -- K? He is a moron.
WOMAN IN CROWD -- He must have gotten his intelligence from toxic waste.
MAN IN CROWD -- That's the worst kind of cheating.
CROWD -- Kill him. Killhim.
Weird huh? Anyway, i think Eddie D and I might be long lost twin brothers that were seperated at birth or something...(Or maybe not me and ED, but me and the guy who convinces the other guy there is a K at the beginning of the word pants....
And now we enter - THE TWILIGHT ZONE (were vampires sparkle, and are emo)
THIS IS HOW I ROLL BITCHES!!!
#28
Posted 13 October 2009 - 01:48 PM
He's kind of a tattooed up hippy Bent. That has the makings of a cheesy bad movie.
Two long lost brothers. One a moonshine sippin hillbilly from the backwoods of Tenn and the other, a hippy from Oklahoma.
Two long lost brothers. One a moonshine sippin hillbilly from the backwoods of Tenn and the other, a hippy from Oklahoma.
I've always been crazy but its kept me from going insane.
#29
Posted 13 October 2009 - 07:48 PM
i often call drunken accidents udi's. espessially if u cant remember them
Whole bag of orios! crappin all over the carpet! twelve ribs my ass!!!

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