Comments on: #3 – Drinking Until You’re Sick, And Then Forcing Yourself To Vomit. http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/3-drinking-until-youre-sick-and-then-forcing-yourself-to-vomit-in-a-dirty-toilet-in-a-dive-bar/ Hanging on the coattails of other, funnier people, just before it becomes lame to do so. Thu, 15 Jan 2009 19:51:54 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: ister_agpie http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/3-drinking-until-youre-sick-and-then-forcing-yourself-to-vomit-in-a-dirty-toilet-in-a-dive-bar/#comment-68 ister_agpie Thu, 12 Jun 2008 07:28:19 +0000 http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/?p=5#comment-68 You wrote "Roald Dahl" for the record. Because The Twits is a literary masterpiece. You wrote “Roald Dahl” for the record. Because The Twits is a literary masterpiece.

]]> By: #5 - Being Fat. « Only *I* Could Possibly Like This Stuff http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/3-drinking-until-youre-sick-and-then-forcing-yourself-to-vomit-in-a-dirty-toilet-in-a-dive-bar/#comment-8 #5 - Being Fat. « Only *I* Could Possibly Like This Stuff Thu, 10 Apr 2008 00:34:55 +0000 http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/?p=5#comment-8 [...] and say, ‘Well, maybe SOMEONE likes that, too…’. And, as I’ve discovered, I wasn’t so far off (do they like these things AS MUCH AS I do? Probably not, but until my grant money comes in for [...] [...] and say, ‘Well, maybe SOMEONE likes that, too…’. And, as I’ve discovered, I wasn’t so far off (do they like these things AS MUCH AS I do? Probably not, but until my grant money comes in for [...]

]]> By: John Barleycorn http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/3-drinking-until-youre-sick-and-then-forcing-yourself-to-vomit-in-a-dirty-toilet-in-a-dive-bar/#comment-4 John Barleycorn Wed, 09 Apr 2008 16:35:06 +0000 http://stuffonlyilike.wordpress.com/?p=5#comment-4 First off, I'd like to thank you for the link; I have returned the favor with much pleasure, especially given the content of your blog. Secondly, I also love the moment of absolute control where you make yourself puke. Once I got shitfaced and walked around Boston with a bottle of Jim Beam in my backpack. Well, I was so drunk I fell down on it and whiskey poured down my back and ass and into my shoes. Later on as I sliced my fingers to ribbons removing broken glass from my bag, it dawned on me that now was the perfect opportunity to shove a beefy finger down my throat and expel Tennessee. And it was wonderful! Thirdly, I want to have sex with you. But I'm gay. So that's just not going to happen. First off, I’d like to thank you for the link; I have returned the favor with much pleasure, especially given the content of your blog.

Secondly, I also love the moment of absolute control where you make yourself puke. Once I got shitfaced and walked around Boston with a bottle of Jim Beam in my backpack. Well, I was so drunk I fell down on it and whiskey poured down my back and ass and into my shoes. Later on as I sliced my fingers to ribbons removing broken glass from my bag, it dawned on me that now was the perfect opportunity to shove a beefy finger down my throat and expel Tennessee. And it was wonderful!

Thirdly, I want to have sex with you. But I’m gay. So that’s just not going to happen.

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