What did the termite say when he walked into the bar?
I love tending bar. I want to do it again. Soon as I buy me some boobies, I might be able to get a job on South Beach. In the meantime, I'll settle for quizzes to tell me how good I am.
Your Score: Bacardi 151
Congratulations! You're 132 proof, with specific scores in beer (100) , wine (116), and liquor (104).
All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient.
Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona TestAre you joining me behind the bar or in front of it?
Do you own all the albums of any particular musical artist or group? Who?
Submitted by dutterman.
Boy, I'm chatty today. Anywho, the only artist whose CDs I own all of is a friend of mine, Garen, formerly known as Granian, currently as KTA (Kill The Alarm). If you're in NY/NJ and he's playing, you should check him out. Good stuff. This is one of my favorites from him.
Show us your favorite photo of yourself.
I meant to do this yesterday but I forgot. So this is me, all super tanned (as if I needed it) in Turks and Caicos. It's not the best quality but it's still probably the best picture I've ever taken.
Things are never normal at our house. Nowhere near, actually. More importantly, things are always funny at our house.
I am trying to do the whole "good mom" thing and keep my daughter focused on school. To help with this, I limit the time she has her cell phone (when she's at home, heaven forbid something happen and she doesn't have it) and her laptop (yeah, she's a little spoiled). When 9 pm rolls around, she has to hand them both over. Last night, she knocked on the bedroom door, as usual, and gave me the laptop and the phone. I put them down in their usual place and then Lovey came over and picked up her phone.
He was just turning it over in his hands and then he said, "You know what would be funny?"
Any converstaion that starts with those words in our house can be nothing but trouble. I asked him what he was thinking anyways. So he proceeds with, "You should take a picture of your butt and put it on her cell phone."
R O F L M F A O!
We went on to discuss how it should be her background and her welcome picture and it would be a perfect birthday present for her in another week or so. She would have to look at my butt for a long time until she figured out how to change it. I didn't do it. Yet.
We are sick individuals.