I’ve Got One World in My Pocket
When you hire a moving company, it’s better to “utilize” your liquor instead of paying to transport it.
Of course, that leads to drunk-packing.
There is a distinct possibility that will lead to further cost reductions as your inhibitions are lowered and you would rather throw stuff away than pack it.
But if you’re a lovey-dovey happy drunk, you’ll fall in love all over again with your old stuff and the memories associated with them.
Which could lead to paying movers to transport 30 year old science textbooks that can now be instantly replaced with Google searches using the phone in your pocket. A phone which is more powerful than the entire computing capacity on Earth when the books were printed.
Please, Kat, after you get nice and tipsy at the party tonight, have someone shoot you doing this commercial.
(Sometimes I forget just how hilarious Lucy was. I checked this clip for quality and I had three big laughs before she even gets drunk.)
(BONUS - You can brush up on your Russian while you watch!)
From out of nowhere, this song crawled into my brain as I rode the elevator to work this morning. It won’t go away. Apparently, my subconscious has had a long week.
This guy needs to be fat when he’s drunk to counterbalance his back-lean. Maybe one of those sympathetic strap-on pregnancy bellies would do the trick.
Arrested Drunk Guy Sings Bohemian Rhapsody.
Never give Jonathan Coulton the “sing Bohemian Rhapsody” sobriety test.
Margaritas complete me.
Specifically, the third one.
Holy shit, it’s good.
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