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Discussion in 'Archived Threads 2001-2004' started by Scott Van Dyke, May 3, 2002.
Oh yeah, and sometimes I like to break stuff too.
Not me. I prefer just hanging out with friends or watching movies to getting all rowdy, rowdy. I guess I'm just a boring person.:b
I LIKE to drink beer, but I stay calm.
Apparently you have not been in jail...yet. Beer yes. Roudy no.
My rowdy beer-guzzling days are behind me. These days I just peacefully drink at home.
Try beer and sex, it's funner and keeps you outta the "hoosky" , plus people will love you more...
I've always enjoyed my beer...and I've always hated the assumption that rowdy had to follow. Silly, funny, emotional? Yes! Rowdy? Never!
No, but I like to write haiku about it:
Party bark hardy
Beer sodden frat boys vomit
In dark parking lots
beer and sex, sounds like a myth to me. You need to realize that that the school i go to is about 5 guys for every girl, yeah it sucks ass. Today was the almighty senior walk, which means walking the 2 mile of stretch of town and going to all the bars and getting a beer. By the way if it doesn't sound like that big a deal there are 13 bars in the 2 mile stretch. Some people try and do it twice over, i gotta give those guys credit...
I prefer the hard liquor and strip club scene myself.
My rowdy days ended when I mooned 80,000 people at a Buffalo Bills game. Apparently the people in the box seats where I pressed my cheeks against the window weren't impressed...At least that's what security told me while they were throwing me out of the stadium:b
Now, I drink at home... less likely to get into trouble here
I've always found that the more I drink, the more of a pacifist I become. Well, until the point I pass out, at which I magically becoome a willing doormat
Beer and a nap for me
Like to break things, huh? Say you get arrested on a Saturday night for public drunkenness and you get thrown into the slammer, the drunk tank. Unless you still have friends, and unless you can talk one of them into posting bail for you, that means you get to hang out with other people who like "to break things" until at least the following Monday or Tuesday, when the judge will finally see you. You'll get the option then for a court-appointed attorney. But before you see the judge, you still have to hang with your buddies in the cell. I once read a disturbing story about prison "food" and how it is prepared in the Los Angeles Times. Hope you like spoiled meat.
If you're lucky, the judge might release you on your own recognisance--if he or she takes a liking to you. But, then, maybe not. That means you get to hang with your buddies in the cell for a week, two weeks, or more. I've been told it smells really nice in those cells. Must be fun having to use the toilet in such close quarters.
Then, there's the little matter of a police record. With luck, you might get assigned to a diversion program where you can go to weekly counseling sessions in order not to have your arrest remain on the record. I understand mandatory AA meetings are also required.
Which is all to say I hope your post was a joke. If not, I don't think they have Internet access in most county jails.
And, oh yes: I love beer. And I love to have friends over for beers and home-theater fun. If someone ever thought about "breaking" one of my components, I'd be the first to call the police. At my house, beer is a means of social enhancement, a way to enjoy our time together.
We Canadians can never figure out how you can get drunk on American beer. Maybe that's why you break stuff; there is repressed anger at the closeness your beer has to mineral water. Your mom should be able to help you with your adolescent tendancies.