This one probably had the biggest impact on me. When Belinda Carlisle blasts at the end you’re filled with joy, but then the realisation that there is potential for our consciousness to live on endlessly in some datacentre scared the absolute fuck out of me.
Yeah but he also has a screen that Jamie can whip up whatever the hell they’re talking about on. Same principle as Duda’s friend showing him instagram shit
Thanks. I should add that while most are within walking distance, there is a 10 minute bus journey in between pubs 3 and 4 and the person carrying the cross MUST pay the bus driver to bring the cross on for the journey. We keep trying to get more and more outrageous with it every year. Last year one of the boys showed up with a full on crown of thorns he made… Was genuinely painful, not sure if there’ll be a repeat.
Can’t think of them all off the top of my head. But a few are; the pints in the 3rd pub are to be consumed in the toilet of said establishment, you can’t use your hand to pick up your pint in pub 5 (if you can get a spoon off the barman you’re in good shape), in pub 6 you’re not allowed to speak to anyone else in the group so you have to strike up conversation with someone random AND a designated person will initiate a round of obnoxious laughter that everyone else has to do at same time. But the absolute best is probably ill advised, but hella fun. We build an 8-10 foot cross/crucifix, and the last person to finish their drink has to drag this monstrosity to the next pub. This initially started with the Rock of Shame (around 80-90 pounds). But we changed it a few years ago to the cross, because we’re festive…
It’s glorious here in Ireland, I love this time of year. Sure the days are short and the weather is shite. But it’s a time for catching up over drinks with people you don’t regularly see – high school friends, undergrad friends, postgrad friends, family. It gets exhausting, but it’s good fun! We do a thing called 12 pubs of Christmas, where me and my mates do a pub crawl on the Friday before Christmas with lots of silly rules/punishments in each pub etc. Not sure if that’s a thing stateside, but it should be!
I’m quite confused about everything that’s going on these days around harassment etc. But reading this I am at least comforted that I don’t harass women
Something similar happened to me in Barcelona. Got separated from my group and was staggering through the streets in the general direction of my hotel. Same story, streets are pretty much deserted except for me and the occasional street cleaner. But I start to notice someone behind me seemingly following me. This continues for long enough for my drunken brain to go into overdrive, and probably enter some form of drunken fight or flight mode. I come up with a plan in my head as I’m convinced I’m about to be jumped and robbed by a local who preys on drunk tourists. So I quicken my pace ever so slightly and turn a corner and quickly rest up against the wall and waited. A few steps behind me, sure enough, the person turns the corner too. So I jump out, grab him and push him up against the wall… Only to see a very drunk and clearly terrified Spanish guy looking back at me, eyes wide open. His English was as bad as my Spanish (non-existent) but it was clear that we were both retarded drunk and I had jumped to some fairly aggressive conclusions. He realised this around the same time as me and we both let go, laughed, I apologised profusely and we both went on our way. I should note that I am neither tough nor physically intimidating and I have never done something like this in my life any other time, but for some reason on that night I grew balls and reacted like a maniac.
I agree, and I love McDonald’s. But there is definitely a difference in taste for McDonald’s in different countries, and it’s a good thing! In Ireland and the UK, food regulation standards mean that the McDonald’s here aren’t part of the global supply chain and source their beef locally, which makes a huge difference. Also, probably the nicest McDonald’s I ever had was in Guetemala of all places!
Me too. Makes no sense. If I’ve an app I’m not closing myself off to the real world. Ever. I’ll swipe while shitting (sorry ladies, but most of us do this) or on the couch watching whatever. If Duda’s main point is to cast the net wide, how does closing off additional avenues of meeting someone fit with that?
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This one probably had the biggest impact on me. When Belinda Carlisle blasts at the end you’re filled with joy, but then the realisation that there is potential for our consciousness to live on endlessly in some datacentre scared the absolute fuck out of me.
srsly wut !?
There’s something oddly sexy about a girl in a pair of boxer shorts and an over-sized t shirt the morning after
People might call you crazy, but these are the words of a reasonable man.
Yeah but he also has a screen that Jamie can whip up whatever the hell they’re talking about on. Same principle as Duda’s friend showing him instagram shit
Get new friends mate, this sounds like a nightmare to me. Not everyone is like that
Die Hard and Die Hard 2: Die Harder are THE best Christmas films of all time
Thanks. I should add that while most are within walking distance, there is a 10 minute bus journey in between pubs 3 and 4 and the person carrying the cross MUST pay the bus driver to bring the cross on for the journey. We keep trying to get more and more outrageous with it every year. Last year one of the boys showed up with a full on crown of thorns he made… Was genuinely painful, not sure if there’ll be a repeat.
It’s an Irish thing and we’re very much NOT part of the UK, but I know what you mean so cheers to that
Can’t think of them all off the top of my head. But a few are; the pints in the 3rd pub are to be consumed in the toilet of said establishment, you can’t use your hand to pick up your pint in pub 5 (if you can get a spoon off the barman you’re in good shape), in pub 6 you’re not allowed to speak to anyone else in the group so you have to strike up conversation with someone random AND a designated person will initiate a round of obnoxious laughter that everyone else has to do at same time. But the absolute best is probably ill advised, but hella fun. We build an 8-10 foot cross/crucifix, and the last person to finish their drink has to drag this monstrosity to the next pub. This initially started with the Rock of Shame (around 80-90 pounds). But we changed it a few years ago to the cross, because we’re festive…
It’s glorious here in Ireland, I love this time of year. Sure the days are short and the weather is shite. But it’s a time for catching up over drinks with people you don’t regularly see – high school friends, undergrad friends, postgrad friends, family. It gets exhausting, but it’s good fun! We do a thing called 12 pubs of Christmas, where me and my mates do a pub crawl on the Friday before Christmas with lots of silly rules/punishments in each pub etc. Not sure if that’s a thing stateside, but it should be!
Aren’t adderrall and meth basically the same shit chemically speaking?
I’m quite confused about everything that’s going on these days around harassment etc. But reading this I am at least comforted that I don’t harass women
Big Long Island Iced Tea drinker here Will, they’re my go to cocktail. And I’ve converted 2 friends so far onto them too. The LIIT will rise again
Second date and you’re inviting someone into your home already? Bold strategy Cotton.
Something similar happened to me in Barcelona. Got separated from my group and was staggering through the streets in the general direction of my hotel. Same story, streets are pretty much deserted except for me and the occasional street cleaner. But I start to notice someone behind me seemingly following me. This continues for long enough for my drunken brain to go into overdrive, and probably enter some form of drunken fight or flight mode. I come up with a plan in my head as I’m convinced I’m about to be jumped and robbed by a local who preys on drunk tourists. So I quicken my pace ever so slightly and turn a corner and quickly rest up against the wall and waited. A few steps behind me, sure enough, the person turns the corner too. So I jump out, grab him and push him up against the wall… Only to see a very drunk and clearly terrified Spanish guy looking back at me, eyes wide open. His English was as bad as my Spanish (non-existent) but it was clear that we were both retarded drunk and I had jumped to some fairly aggressive conclusions. He realised this around the same time as me and we both let go, laughed, I apologised profusely and we both went on our way. I should note that I am neither tough nor physically intimidating and I have never done something like this in my life any other time, but for some reason on that night I grew balls and reacted like a maniac.
@wedding guy, you’re a douche
I agree, and I love McDonald’s. But there is definitely a difference in taste for McDonald’s in different countries, and it’s a good thing! In Ireland and the UK, food regulation standards mean that the McDonald’s here aren’t part of the global supply chain and source their beef locally, which makes a huge difference. Also, probably the nicest McDonald’s I ever had was in Guetemala of all places!
More F to be sacking QBs than being a QB?
Me too. Makes no sense. If I’ve an app I’m not closing myself off to the real world. Ever. I’ll swipe while shitting (sorry ladies, but most of us do this) or on the couch watching whatever. If Duda’s main point is to cast the net wide, how does closing off additional avenues of meeting someone fit with that?