Last One Before the Road

On Thursday night my back got all rude and decided to start seizing uncontrollably. It was pretty awesome for the next twenty-four hours, until my friend at work provided me with some synthesized opiate or another, so I could walk semi-normally. I say all this to let everyone know that I may or may not be addicted to prescription drugs by the time I get back on Thursday.


I'll be sending random posts from the road, so get excited. Unfortch there won't be any pictures until I get back, though, cuz mophlogging doesn't exist yet. Only moblogging. It's like the stone age.

199th Post: Gross Drinking Competitions

Tonight was Teebz' (Teebz's?) going away party, in anticipation of our super wicked semi-cross country road trip. The party was good.

In particular was the decision of two young men (TBs and Owen) to finish the bottle of Sloe Gin they saw when they walked in.

For future reference: this idea is gross.

It included: Sloe Gin Fizzes (natch)
Sloe Mind Erasers (aka Mind Sloers--just substitute Sloe Gin for the Kahlua)
Retarded Matadors (Jager Bombs wherein one substitutes Sloe Gin for Jagermeister)
and finally
Pints of Sloe Gin on the rocks.


Hint: they finished the bottle.

Get ready for mophlogging, people.