Thursday, January 13, 2011

Hmmm SoCo & ... RIOT COLA...

Sigh... family I do love you. Not just for the fact I can't afford my own place. Yes, there's the whole "raised" and "clothed" me thing you continue to hold over my head. (I gave you a grandchild... and considering the talent around here... let's just call it even.) But... BUT... RIOT COLA IS NOT THE SAME AS COCA-COLA! 

o_O

I have never been in a bar and had some one say "Barkeep... May I have a Jack N Riot?"
"YES SIR, and might I say you sir an excellent choice. You must be of the finest upbringing and taste... please take any of my daughters to be your bride. Tis be an honor.." 

It's SoCo N Coke!! Jack N Coke!! Shit I would drink Pepsi if they have it... but RIOT? WTF is RIOT Cola?? I imagine its the afterbirth of little tiny Coca-Cola babies. I pay enough rent around here... pay the extra 40 cents and get the real thing! Remember there will come a time in the future where I will need to choose your retirement home. I'd love for you to spend it in the finest aftercare facility around... but hey, you could also end up in a Nike factory. 

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Already I have failed...

Just a few minutes into this blog and already I have failed. 

I am completely and utterly sober.... not a drop. Not even a desperate swig of Nyquil... 
Thinking of renaming it, "Pack of Lies: the Blog" or "My First Marriage". Oh god, did I bring that up already? We were both really young, just babies ourselves... you know I'm saving that for a time that I am actually drinking.

Anyway, this is one of those experiments that was cooked up one night after some girl told how smart and funny I was after a few drinks... but was still not going let me "round third". May my liver forgive me