Random...

I'll do that, thank you very much.

 

I feel like I'm at an amusement park watching a carousel go round and round with this hodge podge of conversation. First DE and Wolfsbane go around talking about what beer they prefer, then Gross and Jazintha come around talking about scrumping themselves, then that conversation fades out as DE and Wolfsbane come back around continuing right where they left off with more suggestions on beer.

 

Feeling like you need a drink? Try a Norrlands Guld; they're pretty nice, too.

 

Fittingly, after all the commentary about Young's Chocolate Stout, I went out to find that we have a bunch of it in the fridge.

 

I went to Penguins game today. All they had at the arena was Labat Blue and Bud Light. I grabbed a couple Blues to get the souvenir cups, but really...if that and Molson is all Canada has to offer, I say stick to hockey and let the Europeans handle the beer.

 

Well, look who just won the WC

THE EUROPEANS (or part-Europeans, part-Asians)

5-4 to Russia yestarday. Fuck yeah.

We'll handle the beer and the hockey, thank you very much.

 

Wow. What can I say? When you're on, you're ON.
Kovalchuk is clutch.

Now how about sending me some so I can celebrate?

 

Since we're talking about beer...

We're doing case studies at uni now, and someone wants to see the effects of alcohol on musical performance.

He'll set up a video camera and record a performer, playing the ssame piece stone cold sober, then after one shot, then two, then three...

Then plot them on a graph to see how many it takes for the 'optimal performance' that seems so out of reach amongst us musos...

 

I hope he's doing it for singers too. That would be amazing to see. And by amazing, I mean hilarious.

 

Must have been somebody else this time, because I didn't post in this thread until right now.

 

I can see it before me at 4chan already:

SCRU

- C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER -

 

Just call me 'Scrump-Daddy Japes'

 

I use it in every day conversation. It'll spread faster than herpes at band camp*!


*Don't ask, it was a really weird week. Full of scrumping.

 

Eeeewww...

 

Fortunately, I didn't feel like getting in on that summer of love. 15 was a tender age.