For the record, Dave and Buster's has some of the foulest smelling bathrooms ever. And why, for the love of gender neutrality, is the womens' potty painted the color of Pepto? I think I have permanent retinal damage. I also learned that squatting/hovering when you pee can lead to bladder problems later on in life; something called Old Lady Bladder (or similar). It would seem that your bladder doesn't empty completely when peeing in that position. Moral of the story? If there are seat covers, use 'em and plop your ass down.
I have been a cat owner for many years and I still cannot figure out how a cat can manage to puke hairy green nasty right where I'm gonna step. Nothing like cold bile-infused hairball to really start the morning off right. The splatter factor was amazing, too.
A bit of info for the men out there; feel free to use omeprazole if you have prostate issues, or use Viagra. Because what's the point of having a northward pointing peen if you're all reflux-y?
I thought I had another bit of randomness, but it would seem I was mistaken.
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13 August 2009
18 May 2009
A Few Thing I Learned This Weekend
Vomiting sun-dried tomatoes is really disconcerting.
While I had a pretty good time Saturday, I'm not all about hanging out in a super crowded bar. It's barely even worth it for the people-watching.
Miller Lite is not an acceptable alternative to my beloved Yuengling.
Wearing my shell-tops Saturday night was the smartest idea I had all day. Maybe all week.
Cursing in Spanish is not acceptable. I still got pinched.
I'm not very good at silly little Wii games but it doesn't stop me from playing them.
The Hard Rock Cafe is just a touristy version of TGI Fridays. With louder music.
"Leather pants! Leather PANTS!"
"#1 Grad" looks exactly like "It's my birthday".
It's never a good idea to read the first of two books if you can't immediately lay hands on the second one.
A meatloaf sandwich is almost as good as a Whopper with cheese as a hangover cure.
A tube of ridiculously expensive (but awesome-smelling) lotion is an acceptable alternative to therapy. With more immediate results.
While I had a pretty good time Saturday, I'm not all about hanging out in a super crowded bar. It's barely even worth it for the people-watching.
Miller Lite is not an acceptable alternative to my beloved Yuengling.
Wearing my shell-tops Saturday night was the smartest idea I had all day. Maybe all week.
Cursing in Spanish is not acceptable. I still got pinched.
I'm not very good at silly little Wii games but it doesn't stop me from playing them.
The Hard Rock Cafe is just a touristy version of TGI Fridays. With louder music.
"Leather pants! Leather PANTS!"
"#1 Grad" looks exactly like "It's my birthday".
It's never a good idea to read the first of two books if you can't immediately lay hands on the second one.
A meatloaf sandwich is almost as good as a Whopper with cheese as a hangover cure.
A tube of ridiculously expensive (but awesome-smelling) lotion is an acceptable alternative to therapy. With more immediate results.
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