Any song feat Pitbull:
Pitbull: hey mami dalè mr worldwide, 305 (some stuff in Spanish) eeeeeeeeewoooooooo
Bakadesuyo: Can drinking more beer help you... →
I know most of my recent posts have been alcohol-related, but I’m not a lush, really. “Bartender —”
The gentleman’s pour - there’s nothing gentlemanly about it.
Last bits of tidying in the old house. Just finished the last bit of whiskey remaining in my pantry. I don’t think I’ve been daytime drunk since university. Wow, the buzz.
I know I’m having a busy morning when I get past lunchtime with more than 50% battery remaining on my iPhone because I haven’t been poking it every 10 minutes.
Overheard: “She wouldn’t go past stage 5 of putting out so… I moved on.” So what comes after the 4th?!
On the way to work, I watched a cat catch a mynah. Nature red in tooth and claw, indeed. The other mynahs went ballistic. The cat sauntered off victorious.
I’m naming my next pet “Django”. After Reinhardt.
I was on the bus listening to Beirut’s whimsical “Elephant Gun” this morning. It struck me that, if I were to reproduce, now would be the time to do it – before I’m 30 and my body is young and resilient enough to bounce back into shape. But I don’t know if I want to reproduce, or even raise children at all. I’ve never had any inclination before but I worry,...