Sex and sexuality in the 21 century is the schmoo of its time (see the movie : Lucky Number Slevin). Our society thrives on various sexual exploits, and thanks to the internet, speed dating and date rape drugs there is finally someone or some activity to satiate even the most disturbing of fantasies. I was recently engaged in a conversation with a co-worker as to the morality of implied under age pornography. She was questioning whether or not it is “weird” or immoral for older men to watch porn consisting of supposed underage women. I replied that certain men fantasize about younger women for a number of reasons; maybe they didn’t get any in high school and missed out on that pre-college firmness or maybe they just aspire to own a windowless van to fill with puppies and candy. Either way the act of watching something is very different from actually doing it, at least that’s what the judge told me, and while ethically or morally wrong to certain groups of people, there is nothing wrong with entertaining a fantasy. Id be happy to explain this in greater detail, why don’t we continue the conversation in my van; I have candy and puppies inside…
An alcoholics account of good times, great friends and what we find along the way
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Modearatly Indecent Proposal
Monday, June 15, 2009
Mondays Wasted Weekend Pic Drop
I drank too much Thursday and didn't get to drink nearly as much Jack Daniels as i would have liked to this weekend. But someone did! Your wasted Weekend pics for this Monday get close and personal with a few of the faces made while taking part in a little party.




This baby has had enough Captain Morgan

Does this guy play hockey for the Penguins?

Is that Lindsay Lohan cousin?

This cat loves the Captain, cant get enough of that spiced rum
Check back every Monday for photo updates on the weekend's search for god. If you have any from your searches send em over Sunday and ill get them up!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday Drink Drop Red Panties
Not the best shot for a whiskey drinking man but it tastes good and should lower the inhibitions of the ladies; possibly get you into thoes little red panties you have been dreaming about. 
Oops, thats my roomate passed out after too many shots, he couldn't find someone elses red panties to get into so he had to get into a pair of his own.

Oops, thats my roomate passed out after too many shots, he couldn't find someone elses red panties to get into so he had to get into a pair of his own.
Ingredients:
God hates the Los Angeles Lakers.....
Only two posts in to this crazy, crazy realm of non-intellectual ramblings, and I think my search is over!!! And the answer is.....God may not Exist :O!!!!
Stay with me for a second as steer towards a segment slightly jilted towards those sports fans among us. ....
This is the way i see things: If there is a God, then he would in no way shape or form let the Los Angeles Lakers be prosperous. Lets add things up here. LA is a decaying remnant of a Striking metropolis that once upon a time stood for the shining beacon of stars and starletts giving the common man, woman and child someone to be in awe of and aspire to emulate. LA is now a despicable town of broken dreams and crushed aspiration, where the woefully self appreciating stars of the silver screen fall in love with their own face and ideas of who they think they are and how special they must be to stand head and shoulders above us mere peasants. As these "stars" advocate AA and how much its made a change in their self righteous lives, they quickly stumble back into a drink and drug induced cataclysm of imperfection as the vultures known as the paparazzi scramble to get the best shot of today's young scarletts exposed crotch.
Add to this that the Lakers best player is at worst a Rapist and at best an Adulterer, and i dont care how much glitter the so called "City of Angels" dispenses upon his head, dirt like that dont rub off.
So here in lies my failing to see god as a Lakers basketball fan, rubbing elbows with ol' Jack Nicholson while talking on his Blue-tooth, wearing sun-glasses indoors and shooting the double-guns at some blond-headed bimbo Lakers dancer who came to LA to be an Actress, yet will leave a hopeless, pennyless broke down and used skank-muffin, but for the moment at least may think shes the cat's meow cause she blew Colin Farrel last night and gave Christian Bale a reach around before brunch.
Which is why if there is a God then LA will lose this NBA Final series, to a team from a City, and State for that Matter, which most Latte Slurping douche Nuggets in the Golden(spray) State, think is just a staging point for Disney World where Hoedown Hillbillies shop at Wally World and Bang their sisters, and Speedo ridden European Tourist strut their chest-bushes at our local shorelines.
Know what? The Hell with it! Well bring on that weak Shit LA, and Ill keep on searching for his holiest of holy! After all we don't have to keep God outta California, cause he ain't there!
GO MAGIC.
Stay with me for a second as steer towards a segment slightly jilted towards those sports fans among us. ....
This is the way i see things: If there is a God, then he would in no way shape or form let the Los Angeles Lakers be prosperous. Lets add things up here. LA is a decaying remnant of a Striking metropolis that once upon a time stood for the shining beacon of stars and starletts giving the common man, woman and child someone to be in awe of and aspire to emulate. LA is now a despicable town of broken dreams and crushed aspiration, where the woefully self appreciating stars of the silver screen fall in love with their own face and ideas of who they think they are and how special they must be to stand head and shoulders above us mere peasants. As these "stars" advocate AA and how much its made a change in their self righteous lives, they quickly stumble back into a drink and drug induced cataclysm of imperfection as the vultures known as the paparazzi scramble to get the best shot of today's young scarletts exposed crotch.
Add to this that the Lakers best player is at worst a Rapist and at best an Adulterer, and i dont care how much glitter the so called "City of Angels" dispenses upon his head, dirt like that dont rub off.
So here in lies my failing to see god as a Lakers basketball fan, rubbing elbows with ol' Jack Nicholson while talking on his Blue-tooth, wearing sun-glasses indoors and shooting the double-guns at some blond-headed bimbo Lakers dancer who came to LA to be an Actress, yet will leave a hopeless, pennyless broke down and used skank-muffin, but for the moment at least may think shes the cat's meow cause she blew Colin Farrel last night and gave Christian Bale a reach around before brunch.
Which is why if there is a God then LA will lose this NBA Final series, to a team from a City, and State for that Matter, which most Latte Slurping douche Nuggets in the Golden(spray) State, think is just a staging point for Disney World where Hoedown Hillbillies shop at Wally World and Bang their sisters, and Speedo ridden European Tourist strut their chest-bushes at our local shorelines.
Know what? The Hell with it! Well bring on that weak Shit LA, and Ill keep on searching for his holiest of holy! After all we don't have to keep God outta California, cause he ain't there!
GO MAGIC.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I Drink & I Pee: Happens Every Time
I found myself having a few drink and grabbing some food at my local crossdressing food establishemnt when all of the sudden i had to pee. I didn't think much of it until i hit the men's room. Now excuse my ignorance but i couldn't help but think about the drag queen who was 20 feet behind me on the way to the restroom and whether or not he/she would be at the stall next to me in 30 seconds peeing and check me out. That has hence inspire me to search for some awkward pee pee situations.


Thanks NextRound click for some more strange urinals


Thanks NextRound click for some more strange urinals
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Mondays Wasted Weekend Pic Drop
I hope everyone had a good wasted weekend, for those of you that ended your night on the toilet one way or another this weekend's pics are for you.





two fingers and a sweet hat, stay classy

These girl know how to pop bottles, haha wasted

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Check back every Monday for photo updates on the weekend's search for god. If you have any from your searches send em over Sunday and ill get them up!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Friday Drink Drop: Vegas Bomb
We all hate a hangover but love Las Vegas. Last time i was in Vegas a friend behind the bar made what he called a Vegas Bomb, when i woke up with a hangover the next day i called him to see what was in it so i could share it with all of you...
So take a Vegas Bomb before you head out to see The Hangover that comes out today. It was directed by the guy who directed Old School so it better be good.
Ingredients:
- 1oz Crown Royal
- .25oz Peach Schnapps
- .25oz Coconut Rum
- .5 Cup of Red Bull
Mix the liquor first in a shot glass, starting with the crown. Then drop it into a half cup of red Bull, chug and commence gambling.
Have good weekend, drink all you can and if you find God, let me know.
God Approves of this, and I Laugh My Ass Off!
Guy thinks he has a good prank, then takes it to the face... haha
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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