Archive for August, 2007

I’m not an Alcoholic, I just love drinking. bwahahhahaha

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

They who drink beer will think beer. I’m not as think as you drunk I am. An alcoholic is anyone you don’t like who drinks more than you do. I am a drinker with writing problems. Always remember that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me. Alcoholism is the only disease that you can get yelled at for having. Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life. When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. I drink therefore I am. Alcohol is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Reality is an illusion created by a lack of alcohol. I can’t die until the government finds a safe place to bury my liver. Irish Coffee is the perfect breakfast because it contains all four adult food groups: fat, sugar, caffeine and alcohol. I’m not as think as you drunk I am. Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer. There are better things in life than alcohol, but alcohol makes up for not having them.

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Depersonalization’s Unknown Happiness: Flight of Ideas! Enjoying Every Minute of Insanity

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.

If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.

I don’t suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

Sarcasm helps keep you from telling people what you really think of them.

I’m smiling. This should scare you.

The universe is laughing behind your back.

Nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm.

If you’re one in a million, there are six thousand people exactly like you.

Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas.

I’m not a complete idiot, some parts are missing.

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.

I’m not sure what’s wrong… But it’s probably your fault.

This place is so weird that the cockroaches have moved next door.

The world will end tomorrow (unless postponed by rain).

I never admit or deny anything it makes me more interesting.

By the time you read this you’ve already read it.

Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much. You’re not that good. bwahahhahaha

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