To my very first drunken post. Might as well make it a new thread! It is a wonderful, miraculous, beautiful night here in the Chicagoland area. Snow up to my knees.
I feel warm, cozy, full of food and beer and love of life. I am happy. Why do I feel guilty?
Arg, no, I’m not really asking. It’s often other peoples’ sorrow that makes me feel grateful for the good fortune I have. OK, sure I’m sitting at home on a Friday night. I’m content. And I’m not making any sense, so sue me.
Oh man, I about fell out of my chair, Ultress! When I glanced at your post I read “How much do you shave?” instead of “How much snow do you have?”
For some reason, this killed my funnybone.
Heh!
how did it start? well i don’t know i just feel the craving. i see the flesh and it smells fresh and it’s just there for the taking…
VvvV
What a delightful coincedence, I’m drunk and in a rather snowed-in region as well. (of course given where i live it’s probably to be expected).
Don’t feel guilty, feel good!
Cheers…
Okay, I’m not drunk, so maybe I shouldn’t be posting in this thread. I just wanted to add that for the last two days, the local forecasters had been predicting that we were going to get buried in snow yesterday, 8-10 inches at least. They were closing down schools all over town and making the snow plow guys come in to work in the middle of the night in anticipation of this huge snow fall. So, do you want to know how much snow we ended up getting? Two inches, that’s right, two lousy stinking inches. Today it’s like 40 degrees out, so all that snow is already pretty much melted.
Of course, this is okay by me because I hate snow anyways.
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
Workin’ on my third Miller Genuine Draft while posting, life is good. Got all the windows open here on the Florida Gulf Coast just to let the sea breeze in. Shut the central heat off about three weeks ago and won’t turn the AC on for another few months.