For some reason still unclear to me, I got it in my head last night to drink a pitcher of martinis while watching Sin City, the upshot from which is that I woke this morning on the living room floor in my underwear with no recollection of the movie whatever.
But the worst part is, it wasn’t even my living room floor. Which, that was a bit unsettling, I must say.
So. Anybody feel like lending me $128 for cab fare…?
Well, as long as it’s your underwear, you’re probably OK ….
It is your underwear, right?
I told you, Jeff, if you want the cab money to get home from my place, the armadillo is gonna have to dance.
And I’m not talking about the little Friday no-shower, either.
TW “country”, as in “we do things a little differently out here in the country”
Too bad you can’t remember the movie. I wanted to ask you about the parts that didn’t have Jessica Alba … I can’t remember those, myself.
What? You’re too good for the bus?
Hmmm – maybe this is what happened to Natalie too?
Anybody worth their salt knows that you always keep a few extra bucks tucked in your underwear just in case. I mean c’mon Goldstein, you’re actin’ like a damn rookie!
Martini: the worst thing you can do to a decent glass of gin.
Serves you right.
No prob, Spanky, just look over on the nighttable.
That should cover the ride home,
Arubaderchi xxxxooo
Can you stop at 7-11 on the way back and pick me up a pack of smokes? Marlboro Lights in the box, please.
Eh, that’s nothing. Try drinking half a bottle of tequila and waking up three days later in the middle of a Nigerian airport wearing a flowered sundress caked in unspeakable filth next to a blow-up doll of Eunice Shriver and with a wad of rolled-up Turkish lira next to you.
Not that I’ve experienced anything of the sort…
Turing word: room. As in there’s no sex in the champagne room.
At least you aren’t asking for money to help with “increasing bandwidth costs.”
Ripping on Sullivan never gets old…well, at least to me.
All he really needs is a tube of Preparation H.
And maybe an AIDS test…
It’s going to take more than a pitcher of martinis to get through Brown Bunny; more like a super-tanker of tequila.
The last ten minutes are all you want to see.
Hmmmm.
Or go on a drinking binge with a dozen gallons of homebrew beer only to have your friends have a cop crawl through your apartment window to see if you’re still alive.
Yeah, it happened to me. And frankly there’s nothing like seeing a cop trying to crawl through a window to convince you that perhaps you’ve overdone it.
And maybe next time what you really need is a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the front door.
The stories being told in this thread sound like they’d make much better movies than Brown Bunny.
Hope you enjoy walking home. Through the snow. Wearing wooden shoes.
because of the hypocrisy?
Just sue the producers of the movies. You’re the victim here.
Man, and I thought it was bad I had to pay $110 to go from the airport to downtown Stockholm in 1997…
Uphill. With the sun in your eyes.
TW: “modern” as in “Thoroughly Millie”