| The Ghost of RubangB said:
Wait, what? You have a team with versions of us? Who's us anyway? And what am I doing for akuma's team exactly? If this isn't a sex joke going over my head, count me out. I'm sure there's something about akuma that will make me hate him eventually. It happens to everybody. |
Rubang secretly has the hots for me, he's just in denial.
Try V8 splash (the orange kind especially) and vodka. Now that shit is a damn good drink. Try tequila (preferrably Jose Cuervo regular because of its particular flavor) and apple juice. That is my signature drink.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers…Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. –Raoul Duke
It is hard to shed anything but crocodile tears over White House speechwriter Patrick Buchanan's tragic analysis of the Nixon debacle. "It's like Sisyphus," he said. "We rolled the rock all the way up the mountain...and it rolled right back down on us...." Neither Sisyphus nor the commander of the Light Brigade nor Pat Buchanan had the time or any real inclination to question what they were doing...a martyr, to the bitter end, to a "flawed" cause and a narrow, atavistic concept of conservative politics that has done more damage to itself and the country in less than six years than its liberal enemies could have done in two or three decades. -Hunter S. Thompson
