(He's a bit irate because she severely underestimated the amount of stuff she has, so that when we helped her move to school to begin with, Wyborn and I actually had to make two three hour roundtrips in a day)
Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
Too much stuff? Hire a U-haul of a reasonable size, inform her that you will be making one trip. Whatever doesn't fit in the U-Haul is going to Goodwill...
She chose the U-haul vehicle last time. This time I did, and I'm pretty sure I guesstimated right unless she acquired two sofas or a drumkit. But yeeeah anything that doesn't fit we are going to have to dispose.
She chose the U-haul vehicle last time. This time I did, and I'm pretty sure I guesstimated right unless she acquired two sofas or a drumkit. But yeeeah anything that doesn't fit we are going to have to dispose.
That reminds me of the time my sister needed help moving from Shreveport to San Antonio, so we flew to Dallas for one of my many craniofacial dr appts, also three hour drive to Shreveport, rented a car, drive to Louisiana, and upon arrival find she hadn't packed anything.
so we got to help with the packing, plus a storage unit for stuff she was going to leave stuff in when her husband returned from deployment, then drive 9 hours with her stuff in the truck back to Texas.
It was awesome
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My little brother turns 21 today. He plans on doing the twenty-one shots thing to celebrate, which deeply upsets my mom because in college she watched one of her friends nearly die doing that.
They've been going back and forth about this for weeks. Shawn is convinced he'll be fine, because he's going to do it over the course of twelve hours, he's counting "shots" as ounces of alcohol, and will keep track of how much he's had so if he gets too drunk he won't accidentally overdo it. My mom doesn't believe he can metabolize alcohol fast enough for this to be safe.
Shawn came by earlier to drop off the car. (He's not driving after he starts drinking.) Mom offered him a couple of shots, since it was morning and she'd feel better if he spaced the drinks out. She even poured the drinks herself, using her special sorority shot glass.
What Shawn doesn't know, is his conception of volume is just as lousy as it was when we were kids. Back when Mom used to trick us into drinking less soda by giving it to us in a taller, narrower glass.
Across a day, he should be fine though, if he has a lot of water, eats a bit and goes to the toilet a lot. He'll spend most of his birthday sloshed, however.
Is he a big lad or a wee un?
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KakodaimonosCode fondlerHelping the 1% get richerRegistered Userregular
He should at least make one of those shots Jeppson's Malört. It's hands down the foulest (commercial) liquor I've had.
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Shawn's 5' 11" I'm not sure how much he weighs. I wanna say somewhere between 140 and 150 lbs. And he has like no body fat. At all. So I dunno how that'd translate to holding alcohol.
Although according to my mom, he should be stone-cold sober at this point. (I think she only gave him like, two shots total, and that was at 10 am. He thinks he had four.) So he'll be having about 17 shots over 12 hours, and Mom feels much better about the whole thing.
I have never understood the desire to turn a 21st birthday into a potential alcohol poisoning. Then again, I worked in a restaurant at eighteen so acquiring booze through an of-age coworker was child's play, the mystique was gone in the first week.
If someone does try it all at once then I think the best scenario would be to have the shots all be of different alcohols. The intent being they'd vomit it all back up shortly after.
The practicality of this plan is in no way guaranteed.
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KakodaimonosCode fondlerHelping the 1% get richerRegistered Userregular
He should at least make one of those shots Jeppson's Malört. It's hands down the foulest (commercial) liquor I've had.
Oh you sweet summer child
Malört is like the whispers of angels compared to some of the things I've done to myself
Well not everyone can get sketchy moonshine from their neighbor that still has that faint fluorescent green color from the antifreeze left in the radiator.
Well shit. I thought it was going to be more complicated than that.
If it was a long black sleeved coat, it was Dress A or Dress B a.k.a. Alphas and Bravos.
If it was a khaki long sleeved shirt, it was Dress C a.k.a. Charlies.
If it was a khaki short sleeved shirt, it was Dress D a.k.a. Deltas.
This is all presuming the jarheads in question were wearing blue slacks with/without a red stripe along the outer seam running perpendicular down to the deck ... a.k.a. ground.
they make you call the ground the deck in the marines, too?
that's even dumber than having to do it in the 'bees
Well shit. I thought it was going to be more complicated than that.
If it was a long black sleeved coat, it was Dress A or Dress B a.k.a. Alphas and Bravos.
If it was a khaki long sleeved shirt, it was Dress C a.k.a. Charlies.
If it was a khaki short sleeved shirt, it was Dress D a.k.a. Deltas.
This is all presuming the jarheads in question were wearing blue slacks with/without a red stripe along the outer seam running perpendicular down to the deck ... a.k.a. ground.
they make you call the ground the deck in the marines, too?
that's even dumber than having to do it in the 'bees
It's not a window, it's a porthole.
It's not a door, it's a hatch.
It's not a pen, it's an inkstick.
It's not your mouth, it's a soup cooler.
It's not your hand, it's a dick skinner.
Scuttlebutt, head, blouse, trousers, and cover still slip out sometimes and I look like an idiot trying to explain why.
Edit: You know what's really bad? I still find myself unconsciously 'getting in step' with other people.
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Lord Palingtonhe.him.hisHistory-loving pal!Registered Userregular
I do the 'in step' thing too, except I was never military - four years of marching band in high school.
Also, got back from a family vacation. Spoke to the more conservative elements in my family, and thankfully the worst they got was saying they didn't "get" the whole transgender or gay stuff, but that's on them and their perceptions, and people shouldn't be fired for it or anything like that. Which isn't great, but it's a lot better than I was expecting.
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Shortytouching the meatIntergalactic Cool CourtRegistered Userregular
Well shit. I thought it was going to be more complicated than that.
If it was a long black sleeved coat, it was Dress A or Dress B a.k.a. Alphas and Bravos.
If it was a khaki long sleeved shirt, it was Dress C a.k.a. Charlies.
If it was a khaki short sleeved shirt, it was Dress D a.k.a. Deltas.
This is all presuming the jarheads in question were wearing blue slacks with/without a red stripe along the outer seam running perpendicular down to the deck ... a.k.a. ground.
they make you call the ground the deck in the marines, too?
that's even dumber than having to do it in the 'bees
It's not a window, it's a porthole.
It's not a door, it's a hatch.
It's not a pen, it's an inkstick.
It's not your mouth, it's a soup cooler.
It's not your hand, it's a dick skinner.
Scuttlebutt, head, blouse, trousers, and cover still slip out sometimes and I look like an idiot trying to explain why.
Edit: You know what's really bad? I still find myself unconsciously 'getting in step' with other people.
it took me years to stop counting my steps in fours
My little brother turns 21 today. He plans on doing the twenty-one shots thing to celebrate, which deeply upsets my mom because in college she watched one of her friends nearly die doing that.
They've been going back and forth about this for weeks. Shawn is convinced he'll be fine, because he's going to do it over the course of twelve hours, he's counting "shots" as ounces of alcohol, and will keep track of how much he's had so if he gets too drunk he won't accidentally overdo it. My mom doesn't believe he can metabolize alcohol fast enough for this to be safe.
Shawn came by earlier to drop off the car. (He's not driving after he starts drinking.) Mom offered him a couple of shots, since it was morning and she'd feel better if he spaced the drinks out. She even poured the drinks herself, using her special sorority shot glass.
What Shawn doesn't know, is his conception of volume is just as lousy as it was when we were kids. Back when Mom used to trick us into drinking less soda by giving it to us in a taller, narrower glass.
This is the nerdiest method of getting drunk I've ever heard of.
My little brother turns 21 today. He plans on doing the twenty-one shots thing to celebrate, which deeply upsets my mom because in college she watched one of her friends nearly die doing that.
They've been going back and forth about this for weeks. Shawn is convinced he'll be fine, because he's going to do it over the course of twelve hours, he's counting "shots" as ounces of alcohol, and will keep track of how much he's had so if he gets too drunk he won't accidentally overdo it. My mom doesn't believe he can metabolize alcohol fast enough for this to be safe.
Shawn came by earlier to drop off the car. (He's not driving after he starts drinking.) Mom offered him a couple of shots, since it was morning and she'd feel better if he spaced the drinks out. She even poured the drinks herself, using her special sorority shot glass.
What Shawn doesn't know, is his conception of volume is just as lousy as it was when we were kids. Back when Mom used to trick us into drinking less soda by giving it to us in a taller, narrower glass.
This is the nerdiest method of getting drunk I've ever heard of.
I once invented a method by which to get drunk while watching The Joy of Painting
Well shit. I thought it was going to be more complicated than that.
If it was a long black sleeved coat, it was Dress A or Dress B a.k.a. Alphas and Bravos.
If it was a khaki long sleeved shirt, it was Dress C a.k.a. Charlies.
If it was a khaki short sleeved shirt, it was Dress D a.k.a. Deltas.
This is all presuming the jarheads in question were wearing blue slacks with/without a red stripe along the outer seam running perpendicular down to the deck ... a.k.a. ground.
they make you call the ground the deck in the marines, too?
that's even dumber than having to do it in the 'bees
It's not a window, it's a porthole.
It's not a door, it's a hatch.
It's not a pen, it's an inkstick.
It's not your mouth, it's a soup cooler.
It's not your hand, it's a dick skinner.
Scuttlebutt, head, blouse, trousers, and cover still slip out sometimes and I look like an idiot trying to explain why.
Edit: You know what's really bad? I still find myself unconsciously 'getting in step' with other people.
It's not that unusual. Just look at the Dead Poets Society
My little brother turns 21 today. He plans on doing the twenty-one shots thing to celebrate, which deeply upsets my mom because in college she watched one of her friends nearly die doing that.
They've been going back and forth about this for weeks. Shawn is convinced he'll be fine, because he's going to do it over the course of twelve hours, he's counting "shots" as ounces of alcohol, and will keep track of how much he's had so if he gets too drunk he won't accidentally overdo it. My mom doesn't believe he can metabolize alcohol fast enough for this to be safe.
Shawn came by earlier to drop off the car. (He's not driving after he starts drinking.) Mom offered him a couple of shots, since it was morning and she'd feel better if he spaced the drinks out. She even poured the drinks herself, using her special sorority shot glass.
What Shawn doesn't know, is his conception of volume is just as lousy as it was when we were kids. Back when Mom used to trick us into drinking less soda by giving it to us in a taller, narrower glass.
This is the nerdiest method of getting drunk I've ever heard of.
My brother is secretly a massive nerd. He pretends he's not and likes to present as a super cool, fratty guy with great fasion sense.
But he also reads the latin inscriptions off of museum artifacts, loves Herodotus, and will get into very long debates about Calvin and Hobbes.
My little brother turns 21 today. He plans on doing the twenty-one shots thing to celebrate, which deeply upsets my mom because in college she watched one of her friends nearly die doing that.
They've been going back and forth about this for weeks. Shawn is convinced he'll be fine, because he's going to do it over the course of twelve hours, he's counting "shots" as ounces of alcohol, and will keep track of how much he's had so if he gets too drunk he won't accidentally overdo it. My mom doesn't believe he can metabolize alcohol fast enough for this to be safe.
Shawn came by earlier to drop off the car. (He's not driving after he starts drinking.) Mom offered him a couple of shots, since it was morning and she'd feel better if he spaced the drinks out. She even poured the drinks herself, using her special sorority shot glass.
What Shawn doesn't know, is his conception of volume is just as lousy as it was when we were kids. Back when Mom used to trick us into drinking less soda by giving it to us in a taller, narrower glass.
This is the nerdiest method of getting drunk I've ever heard of.
My brother is secretly a massive nerd. He pretends he's not and likes to present as a super cool, fratty guy with great fasion sense.
But he also reads the latin inscriptions off of museum artifacts, loves Herodotus, and will get into very long debates about Calvin and Hobbes.
Wait, is that a nerd thing to do? I thought that's what we were supposed to do!
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Ah a perfect example of my thesis.
so we got to help with the packing, plus a storage unit for stuff she was going to leave stuff in when her husband returned from deployment, then drive 9 hours with her stuff in the truck back to Texas.
It was awesome
They've been going back and forth about this for weeks. Shawn is convinced he'll be fine, because he's going to do it over the course of twelve hours, he's counting "shots" as ounces of alcohol, and will keep track of how much he's had so if he gets too drunk he won't accidentally overdo it. My mom doesn't believe he can metabolize alcohol fast enough for this to be safe.
Shawn came by earlier to drop off the car. (He's not driving after he starts drinking.) Mom offered him a couple of shots, since it was morning and she'd feel better if he spaced the drinks out. She even poured the drinks herself, using her special sorority shot glass.
What Shawn doesn't know, is his conception of volume is just as lousy as it was when we were kids. Back when Mom used to trick us into drinking less soda by giving it to us in a taller, narrower glass.
Across a day, he should be fine though, if he has a lot of water, eats a bit and goes to the toilet a lot. He'll spend most of his birthday sloshed, however.
Is he a big lad or a wee un?
Oh you sweet summer child
Malört is like the whispers of angels compared to some of the things I've done to myself
Although according to my mom, he should be stone-cold sober at this point. (I think she only gave him like, two shots total, and that was at 10 am. He thinks he had four.) So he'll be having about 17 shots over 12 hours, and Mom feels much better about the whole thing.
The practicality of this plan is in no way guaranteed.
Well not everyone can get sketchy moonshine from their neighbor that still has that faint fluorescent green color from the antifreeze left in the radiator.
It's like that time Shawn and Gwen threw a tantrum until my mom promised to serve them cake for breakfast.
Their "cake" was a lightly frosted slice of bread with the crusts cut off.
Perception is everything.
He's home now with his family and in good spirits. Still I was real worried for a bit there. He's only in his mid thirties.
Your mom is awesome.
they make you call the ground the deck in the marines, too?
that's even dumber than having to do it in the 'bees
It's not a window, it's a porthole.
It's not a door, it's a hatch.
It's not a pen, it's an inkstick.
It's not your mouth, it's a soup cooler.
It's not your hand, it's a dick skinner.
Scuttlebutt, head, blouse, trousers, and cover still slip out sometimes and I look like an idiot trying to explain why.
Edit: You know what's really bad? I still find myself unconsciously 'getting in step' with other people.
Also, got back from a family vacation. Spoke to the more conservative elements in my family, and thankfully the worst they got was saying they didn't "get" the whole transgender or gay stuff, but that's on them and their perceptions, and people shouldn't be fired for it or anything like that. Which isn't great, but it's a lot better than I was expecting.
it took me years to stop counting my steps in fours
Sigh.
Telemarketing timeshare scams and elderly people who can't not give their credit card info over the phone...
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This is the nerdiest method of getting drunk I've ever heard of.
I once invented a method by which to get drunk while watching The Joy of Painting
It's not that unusual. Just look at the Dead Poets Society
haha
hahahah
ha
I'll fight you, depression, and you'll never win! I know kung fu!
My brother is secretly a massive nerd. He pretends he's not and likes to present as a super cool, fratty guy with great fasion sense.
But he also reads the latin inscriptions off of museum artifacts, loves Herodotus, and will get into very long debates about Calvin and Hobbes.
Everytime I get depressed, I go to see the great clown Pagliacci.
the rules were every time he either anthropomorphizes an object or says what implement he is using, you take a drink
Wait, is that a nerd thing to do? I thought that's what we were supposed to do!
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I'm not cool, am I?