throbbing_liver kingsuperoldguy why is it that vodka martinis seem to come in sets of three? (a) notgettinganyyounger 010712 ... baby satan i piss german beer! 010712 ... nocturnal at work switch to gin martinis. on the rocks with a twist. nothin better if you ask me. well, as long as the bartender knows what he's doing. nothin worse than a bad martini. 010712 ... kingsuperspecial tell me about it. some people have a problem with the twist part. I'll watch the stolichnaya pour, see the drop of vermouth hit the chilled glass, hear the ice crash and crack in the shaker, watch as the cold, clear salvation fills the glass to its rim, and then ** BAM! ** the fuckwit puts an OLIVE in my martini! here is a vodka martini, pure and crisp, ready to lift me to heaven, and now there's a salty, slimy green thing down at the bottom. vodka and olives? :: shudders :: refuse to drink , make them start over . it's just gross, like putting ketchup on your wedding cake. (a) martinisnob 010714 ... Sol *quivering liver* "no no not more ouzo noooooooo" "glug glug cof cof gurgle quiver quiver" flomp sob sob 010714 ... florescent light don't quit your day job, Sol 010714 ... nocturnal mine's been doin it all day. I wish that damn thing would toughen up a bit. still can't believe I puked. I NEVER puke. oh, fuck everything. 010715 ... kingsuperspecial your liver and brain conspired against you, happens to us all STOMACH: "hello, brain? we just wanted to check with you before we digest the rest of this quart of wild turkey. there's also some PBR and a can and 1/2 of Aldi Ravioli. are you sure this all stays?" BRAIN: "hmmm, hold up. uh, sure, we could, ah... okay, I'd get back to you. I need to lay down for a sec..." :: just then the liver calls :: LIVER: "yah, hey brain! say, was it your idea to put all this wild turkey in the stomach? you should see the BAC around here. I figured you'd be out cold by now, but as long as your up, I suggest to get stomach to puke, or, well, I can't just keep processing this shit forever, you know. " BRAIN " huh? uh, okay, okay. but if we get the stomach to puke, I'm going to need a couple hours off. " LIVER " whatever, dude...that's a great idea. You'll feel great after you puke, I say go for it" BRAIN " okay, cool " :: calls stomach :: BRAIN: "hey stomach - I was just kidding about that last part of the whisky bottle. could you send that back? " STOMACH: " okay, but you're going to get the ravioli too." BRAIN: " whatever - let'er rip!" I think we all know what happens next. Naughty liver, always getting the brain to cave in to the stomach's whining. 010715 ... nocturnal what happens next, at least if you're a stubborn drunk like I am, is that you puke and rally. hells yes, kids. don't listen to your body when it tells you you've had enough. empty 'er out and have another go. that's what I did, and I sure felt like shit today. but I sure had some fun last night. 010715 ... kingsuperspecial man, did history ever repeat itself this weekend. Damn lucky nobody was killed. put it this way; the quote of the night was "..I was glad when we crashed the Mercedes into the curb, because it meant we were going to stop driving. the ride was over." yikes. 010721 what's it to you? who go blather from