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Forums - General - There's a bunch of drunken bosnians singing outside right now.

I don't know what to do. On one hand, joining them seems awesome. On the other hand I don't know if these are the fun loving polygamist bosnians or the theiving gypsy bosnians that will cut me for my booze. It's kind of a gamble.

 

On another note, I am so going to find a public bathroom stall and right "No More Heroes" on the wall behind the toilet. Then I will save my game.



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I was about to say "go join them and find out" and then I read your last comment.

You'll be fine, but good luck anyway.

It's been too long since I've gotten drunk with foreigners.



Well what's the worst that could happen? If you guys don't see me here in a week or so, avenge my death.



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I will totally start a race war if you're not back in a week.

So if they whisk you off on magical adventures around the world, you have 6 days to get to a computer and post here.



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Why don't you go join em'? It could be FUN



^_^

well as it turns out I can't speak Croatian, and I don't know any Bosnian songs. They didn't know exactly why I was there and it was rather awkward. Alot of staring, some words I didn't understand, and unfortunately completely unwilling to share their booze. On the plus side, they didn't knife me for my booze. So it could have been worse.



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Damn. Was there any communication at all with awkward gesturing or something?



How did you know they were Bosnians?






Last time I drank with foreigners one of the guys wanted to hook up with me...I just took it as a compliment because gay guys tend to be a little pickier and go for guys with looks.



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