Who out there remembers Friday night?
I, for one, do not.
Anyone else commonly have this problem?
I, for one, do not.
Anyone else commonly have this problem?
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Friday?
- Thread starter Mark Wilson
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I remember it. We played a show. There was a good amount of beers consumed, but despite large talks of beating up the frontman from one of the following acts on the bill, peace remained.
I do. I graduated High School. And went on a school paid for trip/party with my most of my class that night and did not return to my dwelling until 6:30AM.
I remember getting really drunk booking a flight and flying out to Canada where I found Mark Wilson's drink. I slipped a few drops of ghb in his drink and when he was good and passed out I put his hand in a tub of crisco. That's when I led the donkey into his room, shut the door and flew home.
So the question is not do you remember Friday night, but rather do you remember the donkey?
So the question is not do you remember Friday night, but rather do you remember the donkey?
I went to a house party that had two kegs of Dos Equis, which was pretty boss.
I'm the guy that remembers everything that happens at a party regardless of how much I drink. I'm your worst enemy the next morning too if I happen to have a camera around, because I WILL post on facebook your dumb self passed out in a pile of your own puke.
I'm the guy that remembers everything that happens at a party regardless of how much I drink. I'm your worst enemy the next morning too if I happen to have a camera around, because I WILL post on facebook your dumb self passed out in a pile of your own puke.
I do too, though it took me a few minutes to remember which day is friday.
I woke up, smoked a little and cleaned up the house a little bit. Went to Manhattan, played a show, and then immediately after I went to a 5 hour rehearsal. Then I walked for almost an hour, carrying my hardshell bass case, to Washington Square Park. Hung out there for almost another hour, and then went home.
Mind you I had to pee really badly since halfway through rehearsal. This was probably at around 10 oclock. I didn't get to pee until 3:30. My balls hurt.
I woke up, smoked a little and cleaned up the house a little bit. Went to Manhattan, played a show, and then immediately after I went to a 5 hour rehearsal. Then I walked for almost an hour, carrying my hardshell bass case, to Washington Square Park. Hung out there for almost another hour, and then went home.
Mind you I had to pee really badly since halfway through rehearsal. This was probably at around 10 oclock. I didn't get to pee until 3:30. My balls hurt.
Not cool
You may think this is a funny thing to do, but some people have real jobs that could very easily be lost because of puerile crap like this.Yes, I do remember my Friday. I went to work, came home, dealt with some crazy pregnant lady BS and went to sleep.
I do not remember Friday night.
I do however remember the rug burn, minor lacerations across my ribs, and the receipts for the 1,300 boxes of jello that remained the following morning.
I do however remember the rug burn, minor lacerations across my ribs, and the receipts for the 1,300 boxes of jello that remained the following morning.
Not cool
Yes, I do remember my Friday. I went to work, came home, dealt with some crazy pregnant lady BS and went to sleep.
If you don't want it on the internet then don't do it in the first place. The real world doesn't go on pause on the weekends
It's called accountability.
If you don't want it on the internet then don't do it in the first place. The real world doesn't go on pause on the weekends
It's called accountability.
No, the real world doesn't go on hold on the weekends, but what people choose to do with their leissure time shouldn't come back to haunt them during the work week.
It is no longer enough to simply refrain from posting questionable material on your own social networking page. Now people must consider that whatever they do -- in their own house or out of it (the ubiquity of digital photography makes this so) -- could very well end up on someone's Facebook page. Am I now to conduct myself as though I'm at the office at all times? That's asinine.
It's called privacy. It's called sensibility.
