Drunk Again


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By platypus on Thursday, February 10, 2011 - 12:31 am:

    I really need to stop doing this.


By Pepper Dr on Thursday, February 10, 2011 - 12:45 am:

    I am home again, take me drunk. Ha Ha Ha Ha!


By ... on Thursday, February 10, 2011 - 03:34 am:

    I am swilling cheap wine and listening to randomly-encountered cassette recordings of myself talking in the 1970s, before my voice changed.


By Dr Pepper on Thursday, February 10, 2011 - 11:30 am:

    So, your going to be the next tenor? Wine do helps your vocal.


By semillama on Thursday, February 10, 2011 - 05:09 pm:

    My father gave my wife a bottle of Dutch ChocoVine for her birthday, which we may sample upon completion of her dissertation.

    Yes, it is chocolate wine.


By Stick apart on Friday, February 11, 2011 - 03:18 pm:

    the cafe at which I work has Ice Wine infused red velvet chocolate
    cupcakes. I have yet to try...


By sarah on Friday, February 11, 2011 - 04:30 pm:


    chocolate wine. lord have mercy i need that.



    happy birthday, kazu.





By ... on Monday, February 21, 2011 - 06:19 am:

    i got coverage for my night-time cemetery photo shoot. coverage. now i have to follow through with the late-night photo technique and the focus. that cemetery will look awesome with the moonlight and the blunt stick of the skyscraper lurching up from its innards.
    i made it over to Calvary today for the first time in months. o, i missed that place. and for the first time ever i got locked in. someone had to come and let me out. o wo.
    i walked up Review Avenue and found the 4 coins I placed on a precipice of the stone wall when my globe-trotting rock-star friend was in town many months ago. those little coins survived the 70mph gusts and the repeated blizzards of January. if only i needed the dollar.
    in the gutters of Review Avenue i spotted a batch of discarded leather boots, 2 unopened bottles of Jim Beam, a "Blonde Loves Anal" DVD, and some brown leather shoes.
    i told parts of this story to a friend who recounted his "Dumpster Dewer's" experience from his early adulthood. i laughed and laughed and am laughing now at the "Dumpster Dewer's" phrase.
    contrary to popular assumption i would not be that much of a wino that my eyes would sparkle and glisten at the site of a virgin bottle of Jim Beam in the gutter outside of a cemetery. but it reminded me of the bottles of beer I and some others found in the ditch outside the baseball field in the 8th grade.



By Dr Pepper on Tuesday, February 22, 2011 - 12:29 am:

    Wow!