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new year's — 2006

January 03, 2006
  1. my friends and i went on a drunk munchy run to whataburger after spending NYE in large and damn near desolate bar that played a five-song set thrice over before moving on to another set, rinsing, and repeating. after telling a friend to call the "Breakfast-On-a-Bun" sandwich a BOB nine times while sitting in the backseat, chuckling intermittently, we arrived at the house. as i got out of the copper-toned ford explorer i spilled a little bit of hot coffee on my hand. i shouted, "ah! i'm gonna sue you, motherfucker!" at the whataburger cup.
  2. on the evening of the first, my friends were determined to get me drunk. i wasn't sure why being drunk the night before wasn't good enough. we played "Drunken Catchphrase" — an electronic game where a word or short phrase is displayed on a screen and your teammate has to describe the word well enough for you to guess it. we ad-libbed the drunken part.

    "uh... okay! a man people worship," my teammate said.
    "god! jesus!" i shouted excitedly.
    "the god muslims worship."
    "allah!"
    "yeah! okay, an illegitimate child."
    "a bastard!"
    "yeah! put those together."
    "allah-bastard! ...what the fuck is an allah-bastard?!"
    (laughing) "no, that's not it."
    "alley-bastard! allah-baster! ali-baster!"
    "what?! almost!"
    "alabaster! holy shit, alabaster!"

  3. it's not cool when you wake up in the morning and are asked, "what do you want to eat for lunch?" only to reply with, "bread, crackers, and gatorade."

new year's weekend can be described in four words: good friends, good fun.

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1. anon said:

OMG...Whataburger! I was talking to one of my good friends from TX about this. I've done a couple of Whataburger runs after long nights of drinking following business meetings in Dallas *LOL*.

Drunken Catchphrase...classic.

01.05.06, 12:56 AM

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