I just want to (permanently) lose my burden of intelligence, and there are few ways to do that effectively / quickly. I've seen some legitimate research papers on the subject...
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It's get fucked up and drink day ingermany
Quote from: Fifstar on February 16, 2012, 11:11:31 AMIt's get fucked up and drink day ingermanyThursday?
I'm sorry, mama, but I've been drinking againMe and the old man got us a head start on the weekendAnd rest assured tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friendsProvided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by tenAnd the walk home is going to be a real shit-showI'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock RoadAnd then throw up in the warm glow of the traffic lightBut I'm going to put the devil inside me to sleep if it takes all nightSo let's get fucked upAnd let's pretend we're all okayAnd if you've got something that you can't live with, save it for another dayAlright, save it for another dayI'm sorry, Mama, expect a call from the neighbors tonightAll of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too alrightI'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptightBut don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lightsWhen I'm an old man I can be the quiet typeAnd I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my lifeI can read a good book and I can be in bed by tenAnd I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over againBut while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses highSinging, "Here's to the good times, here's to the home teamKiss the good times goodbyeOh yeah, kiss the good times goodbye"I need a timeoutI need an escape from realityOr else I need eternal darkness and deathI need an exit strategyDown in North CarolinaI could have been a productive member of societyBut these New Jersey cigarettes and all they requireHave made a fucking junkie out of meSo give me a GuinnessGive me a Keystone LightGive me a kegger on a Friday nightGive me anything but another year in exileI need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right nowI need a whiskey, I need a whiskeyGod know how many times I've said this beforeBut I really don't feel like doing this anymoreSo hey, Andy, let's turn into dirty old menClose down the bar every night at the Glen Rock InnTalk about our grandkids as we stroke our gray beardsFunny we're still doing car bombs after all of these yearsNow I know there are bicycles waiting to rideBut I could swear I heard voices from the other sideSaying, "Wait until you see the whites of their eyes"And now that I'm older, I look back and say"What the fuck was it for anyway?"Those dreams are lying in the still of the graveWhat the fuck were they for anyway?So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried awayWhat the fuck was it for anyway?What the fuck was it for anyway?
Zima
Why do you even drink if you are going to listen to that?
Quote from: Skidmark on February 16, 2012, 03:25:03 PMWhy do you even drink if you are going to listen to that?all of the alcoholc'mon that shit is hot
