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finsleft

#5656
Since I detect a lull in posting activity, let me just throw out the following for the sake of discussion...
One Star Hangover (*):
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively
well; however, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still
feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.

Two Star Hangover (**):
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you
have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging
is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the
fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.

Three Star Hangover (***):
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not
productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke --- yet you haven't peed once.

Four Star Hangover (****):
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else
you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while
riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even
your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of
about five craps you take during the day brings water to the eyes of
everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover (*****):
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying
the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of
every pore and making you dizzy. In fact, you are probably still drunk.
You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from
brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your butt. Death sounds pretty good about right now!




union89

What's a brutha got to do to get a sweaty Hamm's??

BobbyBoucher

a field trip just wouldn't be the same without our cowgirls




icgrad87

Quote from: Union89 on January 31, 2006, 03:39:07 PM
What's a brutha got to do to get a sweaty Hamm's??


Here you go...







And even a book about it


BobbyBoucher

#5660
Quote from: Union89 on January 31, 2006, 03:39:07 PM
What's a brutha got to do to get a sweaty Hamm's??

Heres a couple 40's for U89


'gro

nice work fins... Gro only gets level 1, or level 5. level 5's usually happen when Gro meets up with former roommates regulator and lewdogg11 (aka the 11th street haters).

the last 2 hater reunions have resulted in Gro being passed out and beaten by reg and LD.

finsleft

Well then Gro, use these words as a guide...

THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:

Indubitably
Innovative
Preliminary
Proliferation
Cinnamon

THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:
Specificity
British Constitution
Passive-aggressive disorder
Loquacious Transubstantiate

THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:
Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
Nope, no more booze for me.
Sorry, but you're not really my type.
Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight.
Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.


dewcrew88

#5664
Quote from: icgrad87 on January 31, 2006, 03:59:45 PM

Remember when you used to "borrow" things from stores..

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/01/31/walmart.plea.ap/index.html

This guy might be the dumbest f!ck in America! He makes $1.3 million a year and he has to steal gift cards to buy Jack, Smirnoff and whatever? What a dumbass!

union89

Union89 gets an 'F' for his internet skillz, but another chick we could toss into the "WayBackMachine" is Archie Bunkers niece....she had some kind of french sounding last name Monique Boulliabase something or other.  She could be the first chick to be about 8 years old in the 70's to smokin' in the 90's........by now she's probably over the hill though!!!

JT

Quote from: icgrad87 on January 31, 2006, 03:59:45 PM

Remember when you used to "borrow" things from stores..

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/01/31/walmart.plea.ap/index.html

This one is hard to fathom.  The guy is a chairman for Wal-Mart pulling down 1.03 mil a year.  He's got 20 mil in WM stock.  He lives in Arkansas.  Why would you embezzle? Can't he buy the entire state of Arkansas with that kind of coin?

This is like Winona Ryder shoplifting.


icgrad87


finsleft

Quote from: icgrad87 on January 31, 2006, 03:59:45 PM

Remember when you used to "borrow" things from stores..

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/01/31/walmart.plea.ap/index.html

$4.12 million last year in salary and bonuses. Reminds me of Latrell Sprewell couldn't feed his family on $14 million. BTW, what's HE making this year?