I Don't Ever Want to See You Again, My Friend

Since I'm getting buzzed whilst making cupcakes right now, I'll hate on something alcohol related.

Hate: Sink pukers.  Really? In the sink?  If you're near a sink, I'm going to go ahead and say you are probably close enough to a bathroom to puke in the fucking toilet.  I understand that there are people too drunk to get to the bathroom...whatever, it happens.  The sink is what kills me.  There is hardly a worse place.  Yes, you are correct, there is a drain in the sink...but it is SIGNIFICANTLY smaller than the toilet.  It is not a good choice.  Ok, you can't think of, or get to, a toilet even though you're near a sink, maybe someone is already puking in the only available toilet, how about...OUTSIDE, ANYWHERE?!?!  Or a bag of sorts that can be quickly brought outside!!  Fucking amateurs.  Unless the next morning you want to be the one picking big chunks out of the sink, you better not do that extra shot.  Actually not even, if you are so dumb that even while drunk you can't decide that it is a bad idea to vomit in someone's sink, you need to not be drinking.  So, if you are a sink puker, first of all, you are too stupid to be drinking.  Second, you need to attempt to not do this lest I murder you at the next hootenanny.

Love: That time when I said, "What the hell?"  to Meredith.  I was saying it about a gigantic Asian tour group that randomly waltzed into the store in Vancouver.  Meredith however, thought I was being a pissy bitch about her brushing her purse against me.  She was upset and offended for a minute there.  It was amazing when we realized what had just happened.  Now whenever I say "what the hell" it is hysterical.  I realize not funny for you, but it is for me goddamnit, and for Meredith too if she ever reads this.  Love you schnookems.

:)
theGrump