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I'm not the biggest fan, but I buy 12 packs of Labatt Blue for $7.99 on a semi-regular basis. All things considered, that's a great deal. Today I had my beer in hand at Huckleberry Party Store, and was waiting behind a very old woman. She was probably about 85 years old or so. She was hunched over, had huge thick glasses, and spoke lightly. She asked for a fifth of Smirnoff Vodka. She paid and walked out, and I followed suit quickly thereafter. I was walking to my car and looked over into hers. She was slamming the vodka out of a brown paper bag like it was a cantine of water to a dying soldier in the desert. That was pretty fucking funny.

85?

Mebee wodka isn't so bad for you after all (I hope not).

Of course it could be that that woman was only 55 and looked 85 ('sup meth?).

MgoBlue-LightSpecial wrote:She was probably about 85 years old or so.

Drinkin' like that, she was prolly closer to 50.

No. She was old, like this

Maybe she was looking to drive herself into a brick wall?

I'd imagine a bottle of Vodka would give you some nerve.

I'm sure she was just prepping for her gig as poster child for renewing blue-hairs' driver's licenses.

cinderella_undercover wrote:Maybe she was looking to drive herself into a brick wall?

No, she probably got high and baked short bread cookies.

MgoBlue-LightSpecial wrote:I'm not the biggest fan, but I buy 12 packs of Labatt Blue for $7.99 on a semi-regular basis. All things considered, that's a great deal.

So is having your friends piss into your mouth while you have an Alka-Selzer on your tongue for free, but it doesn't mean you actually want to do it.

This lady was a 10 year old boy in the movie, "Jack".



just sayin'

Nishlord wrote:So is having your friends piss into your mouth while you have an Alka-Selzer on your tongue for free, but it doesn't mean you actually want to do it.

Hey buddy, if that's a great deal to you, then why the hell not? Fetish exploration doesn't come cheap.

Well, obviously. If it did, you might be able to afford proper beer.

Say Wadsworth - I drink what I want, when I want it. It doesn't get much more "proper" than that.

MgoBlue-LightSpecial wrote:I'm not the biggest fan, but I buy 12 packs of Labatt Blue for $7.99 on a semi-regular basis. All things considered, that's a great deal. Today I had my beer in hand at Huckleberry Party Store, and was waiting behind a very old woman. She was probably about 85 years old or so. She was hunched over, had huge thick glasses, and spoke lightly. She asked for a fifth of Smirnoff Vodka. She paid and walked out, and I followed suit quickly thereafter. I was walking to my car and looked over into hers. She was slamming the vodka out of a brown paper bag like it was a cantine of water to a dying soldier in the desert. That was pretty fucking funny.

Did you consider putting a move on her? She could have gummed on your kack, etc.

Thought about it, but I noticed the U&L license plate, and I'm not going to mess with Luther's woman.

Hasn't stopped you before.

Not entirely untrue, Paul. I tend to obtain what I seek out. Sort of like your relationship with:

“What memories cling 'round the instruments of our pleasure."