That would've been pretty damn funny. It's crazy to see how completely oblivious and sheltered people like that are. They just live in this impenetrable, fortified bubble of self. I guess it must be pretty ****ing great for them, it's just a weird thing to interact with.

Yeah, I gotta say, I'd much rather be able to rent the Golden Gate Bridge than be down to earth and not a douchebag.

Wait? What? I was under the impression that you are a douchebag. At least that's what the welcome memo I got when I joined the place said.

I'd at least hesitate at being THAT big of a dick. Unless of course it was specifically for the purpose of being a douchebag.

He's just... misunderstood.

Just registered for classes at the local community college to finally get my high school diploma. Celebrating with pizza and a twelve pack of Guinness. Like a boss.

Could never drink a heavy beer with pizza. Actually, with any food. I like wimpy beer with food and then the heavy beers while just sitting around.

Got a raise, bout to do job number two then have cider with this girl because she doesn't drink beer and I really shouldn't be allowed to drink liquor. Every time we hang out she has a mixed drink or two, I polish off all the liquor that's left, then prank call everyone we know between puking bouts. Cider is a happy medium.

Drinking the same thing as who I'm hang in with is important to me.

All drink/food combos are not equal, but beer + greasy food is still a killer combo no matter what. Some Yuengling or PBR might have made more sense, but I wanted some ****ing Guinness as I've not had it in years, and I wanted pizza. It is what it is.

This is true. In a perfect world I'd prefer to be able to drink what I want to drink while the other party(ies) had whatever they want, but there is certainly something to be said for the communal experience of downing Jager bombs as a group. It's a bonding experience.

Different kinds of drunk fa sho