not sure what you have all dais but I am drunk drunk drunk. ooh. I mean sean. SAID DAIDS.
SAID.
It's very hard t o type when drunk. I asy.
say.
Weird love's better than no love.
Buffy ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
meara - Apr 19, 2006 6:35:22 pm PDT #342 of 10002
Lee - Apr 19, 2006 6:37:22 pm PDT #343 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
drunk meara=cute, but incomprehensible.
Trudy Booth - Apr 19, 2006 6:40:33 pm PDT #344 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
t gives meara more liquor
meara - Apr 19, 2006 6:42:38 pm PDT #345 of 10002
mmm. see I walked tothe bar.
and drank
and walked home
adn the drink keeps meaking me feel more drunk
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Scrappy - Apr 19, 2006 6:43:46 pm PDT #346 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Drunk Meara=adorable.
DavidS - Apr 19, 2006 6:44:50 pm PDT #347 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Somebody take advantage of meara while she's drunk! Stat!
Back from our first official baseball game of the season. We won! Go Mets!
Emmett had a perfect day as lead-off man, getting on base every at bat and scoring 4 out of 5 times. He was excellent catching, with only one passed ball in two innings and he had to scramble for many of them.
And he had about his worst day pitching ever, which was excruciating to watch as he threw pitch after pitch into the dirt. Loaded the bases with walks. Oy. But he hung in there, made adjustments and got a couple strikeouts. I don't know what went wrong since we've mostly been having pitching sessions for the last two days and he was better than fine. Oh well, we won. We kicked serious booty on offense. Our best player, Reed, was a one-man gang, pitching two shut-out innings, making excellent plays in the field and knocking in about 7 RBIs.
Emmett and I are both drained. We've got games on Saturday and Sunday too.
Lee - Apr 19, 2006 6:46:13 pm PDT #348 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Brenda, I just failed miserably on your lyrics quiz.
meara - Apr 19, 2006 6:50:50 pm PDT #349 of 10002
Aww. Poor emmeet.
I swear I was not thirs drunk walking home. THe last drink caught up with me when I sat home on my cough. DCouchg. COUG. COUCH.
There's a worod I'm trying to say and it's COUCH.
I'm on IM with my notgirlfriend. SHe cnot take advanatage of me, she is in MINNNESOTOSA>
billytea - Apr 19, 2006 6:53:18 pm PDT #350 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
All those in favour of meara being drunk every time she posts, shake something. All those against, keep it to yourselves.
DavidS - Apr 19, 2006 6:53:59 pm PDT #351 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Aww. Poor emmeet.
No, he's fine. He toughed it out during his bad inning (in the first inning he pitched he got three pop-ups in the infield) and he had fun running the bases all day. The pitching problems were only really excruciating for me. He had fun.
When Emmett's pitch count was getting high (we have to monitor it this year) I asked him if he wanted to try to pitch out of his jam, and he did. And he got two strikeouts. That's pretty great after walking five guys.
Plus, he hit all day and got much praise as the catcher.