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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Aug 28, 2010 21:51:50 GMT -8
To: Maxwell
From: Rodolphus
"Does Vicodin go better with white or red wine?"
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To: Walden
From: Rodolphus
"I'm curled up in a ball on the floor of my office with the lights off. I hope no one notices. No more open bar." |
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Post by Terence Avery on Aug 28, 2010 22:31:24 GMT -8
To: Arien
From: Terence
"Btw I have an angry voicemail of you yelling at me to get you a sandwich or die."
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To: Theodore
From: Terence
"She told me I was only the second guy she slept with. I told her she was only my second Megan." |
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Post by Walden Macnair on Aug 29, 2010 20:52:42 GMT -8
To: Max
From: Walden
So I never found you. But I found vodka. So its kinda the same. [/color][/center]
To: Max
From: Walden
I found a twelve pack under my bed. And a six pack in my closet. I'm like a fucking alcoholic squirrel. [/color][/center]
To: Rod
From: Walden
As long as you don't die I'm in full support of your drinking decisions. [/color][/center]
To: Rod
From: Walden
I can't remember the last Friday I didn't spend in the fetal position. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Arien Rosier on Aug 29, 2010 20:59:17 GMT -8
To: Evelyn How are you not completely traumatized after 6 years of friendship with me? From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence Woke up on the floor holding a sandwich. Shots. Never again. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence That's ok. Our relationship has a solid foundation of booze and questionable behavior. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by Walden Macnair on Sept 2, 2010 21:05:56 GMT -8
To: Max & Rod
From: Walden
If one more "stranger" walks up to me at the bar and asks how I have been, I am going to rehab. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Walden Macnair on Sept 5, 2010 12:19:20 GMT -8
To: Max
From: Walden
"Tuesday" and "open-bar" shouldn't be used in the same sentence. [/color][/center]
To: Rod
From: Walden
I'm already at the bar. It's 2 PM. Help. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Arien Rosier on Sept 5, 2010 12:26:54 GMT -8
To: Terence & Theodore The little penguins are speaking with a hispanic accent. I don’t know how to feel about it. Geographically speaking, this can’t be possible. This isn’t cool. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence All you kept saying was "my dick ALWAYS causes problems". From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
Arien: Why was I handcuffed to the roof? Evelyn: It was easier than trying to explain why you couldn't fly. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Arien Rosier on Sept 15, 2010 21:01:27 GMT -8
To: Evelyn I got to the apartment, I was handed a beer within 20 seconds, I'm glowing in the dark, there's fog everywhere, and now I'm wearing a sombrero because apparently it's silly hat night. I never want to leave. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Tonks Fuck. That. I'm gonna get drunker and make them regret they EVER put me at the kids table. I'm a MAN. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence I had to hold off a girl who was trying to check your pulse while you were passed out. She kept screaming that she was a nursing major and needed to make sure you were alive. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right] |
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Post by Walden Macnair on Sept 15, 2010 21:10:53 GMT -8
To: Max
From: Walden
My boss made my mugshot into an 'employee of the month' poster. [/color][/center]
To: Rod
From: Walden
Is it sad that I can describe this night as "the night that I was sober" and we all know which night it was? Like literally one night of sobriety. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Evelyn Belmont on Sept 15, 2010 22:37:46 GMT -8
Evelyn: wanna go with us to feed the ducks bread soaked in vodka?
Arien: how could i say no?
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Evelyn: He just stabbed two olives and a pickle with a fork and deep throated it in front of our family
Lucien: Not even marginally surprised.
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To: Arien
Come over and help me clean up your so-called "winter wonderland" that you made with the fire extinguisher in the kitchen last night.
- Evelyn
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Post by Theodore Nott on Sept 15, 2010 22:49:58 GMT -8
To: Terence
You were rubbing your foot on one of your legs and kept saying, "My sock feels like a waterslide!"
- Theodore
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To: Daphne
I have no idea. After the fireworks it all went to shit. Do you know why I woke up with a road sign?
- Theodore
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To: Arien
Too long to explain. Basically I started an electircal fire. No one was hurt except for a box of cereal near the outlet.
- Theodore
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To: Lysandra and Astoria
Sorry if I'm being weird. I'm dipping doritos in cabernet.
- Theodore
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To:Terence and Arien
i wrote her a fucking poem. i better get laid for that
- Theodore
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Post by Terence Avery on Sept 16, 2010 20:52:18 GMT -8
From: Terence
To: Arien
"I just walked in on my mom and dad. It wasn't my dad."
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Lucien: So... my mom just told me she hasn't gotten laid in 7 years... I'm really disturbed... at the same time... At least now I know why shes so damn cranky all the damn time.
Terence: Please don't tell me you're asking me to have sex with your mother.
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Arien: Why are there goldfish crackers all over my bed?
Terence: You decided you wanted to name them & keep them as pets. |
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Sept 16, 2010 21:05:47 GMT -8
Rod: We're doing a case race on Saturday.
Walden: I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism".
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To: Walden & Max
From: Rod
"No idea how I passed that sobriety test."
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Rod: It would be worth it to see how drunk he is right now.
Max: He cartwheeled into the side of the neighbor's garage.
Rod: Ok, I'm coming over.
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To: Walden & Max
From: Rod
"I can hear my liver begging me not to go out tonight." |
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Post by Arien Rosier on Sept 18, 2010 23:05:49 GMT -8
To: Evelyn Do I buy ice cream sandwiches or a 40? These are the difficult life decisions I am faced with. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: All students! The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
Terence: You know, I think she's just using me for sex. Arien: I hate you. [/color][/size]
Arien: I know. I just don't want anything else. I have no other desire. Just a ham sandwich. Evelyn: I honestly don't know what to make of that. Arien: A ham sandwich would be nice. [/color][/size]
Arien: I told her you were a premature ejaculator. She nodded and said "Really? Wow, how long's he been a Pilot for?" Terence: You are both the best and worst wingman ever. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Walden Macnair on Sept 18, 2010 23:22:31 GMT -8
To: Max
From: Walden
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games. [/color][/center]
To: Max & Rod
From: Walden
Give me a few hours to remember what being sober feels like. [/color][/center]
Rodolphus:
Don't blame me for your drunken lack of judgement.
Walden:
Big words. Still drunk. Don’t care. Your fault. |
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