| A Weird Thing My Body Sometimes Does |
A Weird Thing My Body Sometimes Does
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Mar. 20th, 2008 @ 12:50 pm
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Whenever I go out drinking, I wake up the next morning with a noticeably larger-than-usual amount of dirt under my nails. Does this happen to anyone else? I didn't even drink that much last night. A glass of wine at a bar, a glass of wine when I got home. Woke up, fingernails all dirty. What is the deal? It's not like I drink a glass of wine and am plagued by an uncontrollable urge to scrabble around in the gutter looking for treasure. (Although... it would be kind of awesome if I were.) Or that I black out and forget to OCD-ly clean under my fingernails every few seconds. Maybe I'm drinking-and-gardening? In other people's yards?
Explanation please, modern science! |
Come on. You're just dirty.
Mountain Goats. Mountain Goats are coming back in May. Mountain Goats. Mountain Goats. Mountain Goats will be back in May.
Uncle Joey, wha happa? Who stole you pipe? Were it goat?
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| From: | angelalala |
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March 20th, 2008 06:00 pm (UTC) |
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now who's dirty
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Brian, this is appalling. Livejournal is a family website.
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| From: | angelalala |
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March 20th, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC) |
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Re: now who's dirty
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Great, the Department of Homeland Security is going to show up at our apartment now.
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As long as your super leaves keys in the door for them, you'll be fine.
Whenever you go out drinking, we bury you alive in a shallow grave and you claw your way out. One day, you'll learn...And so will we.
(This isn't how I wanted you to find out, sweetheart.)
Oh hey listen Grandpa, since you're here, my friend keeps bugging me to get his Magic cards back from you. You don't by any chance still have those, do you?
Suck it, buzzkill!
[hops on bike, flies over the moon]
He didn't happen to have a deck of Magic Cards in that bike, did he?
I'm not sure - he pedaled away so fast. He's really built up his quads with all those Spinning classes he takes.
I'm gonna piss all over that fucker if he comes back here. Those cards were expensive.
You get really affectionate with Zach when you're drunk. And everybody knows Zach is made out of clay. Everybody knows that.
And that one day he will awake and defend Prague from the goys.
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