― Nellie (nellskies), Saturday, 4 October 2003 05:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Saturday, 4 October 2003 05:02 (twenty-two years ago)
― Laura, Saturday, 4 October 2003 05:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Saturday, 4 October 2003 06:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― donna (donna), Saturday, 4 October 2003 07:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 4 October 2003 07:39 (twenty-two years ago)
half gillgill pothalf pintpint potquart pothalf gallon gallon
if it's good quality try a little drop more
here's good luckgood luck to the barley mow
gor blimey
― Ed (dali), Saturday, 4 October 2003 07:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Saturday, 4 October 2003 08:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― the surface noise (electricsound), Saturday, 4 October 2003 10:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 4 October 2003 13:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lara (Lara), Saturday, 4 October 2003 14:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― lisa, Saturday, 4 October 2003 17:55 (twenty-two years ago)
And I've found that I don't need to go to the cinema to have a good time, but I still enjoy doing that when I feel like it. Ditto drinking.
And if you feel an idiot drinking soda water whilst socialising, you can always tell your workmates you're an ex-alcoholic I suppose.
― lupine lupin (lupinelupin), Saturday, 4 October 2003 19:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Sunday, 5 October 2003 00:23 (twenty-two years ago)
(maybe that's just me?)
― JasonD (JasonD), Sunday, 5 October 2003 01:49 (twenty-two years ago)
It fucking lied to me!!!
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Sunday, 5 October 2003 02:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Monday, 6 October 2003 02:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tep (ktepi), Monday, 6 October 2003 02:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Monday, 6 October 2003 05:23 (twenty-two years ago)
Brilliant idea. But play it to a slow, yet fiery, crescendo. When you mention that you don't drink, do it in a low, noncommittal whisper. "Yeah, I used to be into a lot of things...now, I just rely on..." trail off in a still quiet, panic-stricken voice, get a wild look in your eyes, and then start screaming, as loudly as possible, while pawing at your purse, "Where's my spike? Where's my goddam spike?"
You'll always be invited back.
― Skottie, Monday, 6 October 2003 06:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kingfish (Kingfish), Monday, 6 October 2003 18:50 (twenty-two years ago)