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The Most Power-Drunk
Just a reminder that today is the day before Thanksgiving, otherwise known as White Wine Anarchist Wednesday. This is an "oppo" day, wherein all secret society members (clearly a pun, as, of course, there is no such secret society) air their grievances (similar to, but not the same as, Festivus) in a purging ritual that will cleanse our minds and bodies of evil (you know, evIL like the devIL) and negative influences, so that we can truly be thankful for everything come the hallowed Turkey Feast of Tryptophanic Slumber, which, of course, comes tomorrow. I shall go first:
Thump: as much as I love the compliment, I really don't stalk you. I just really think you are a homo.
SIMV: I don't really think you are a lightweight. Anyone as fat as you can obviously drink, and drink well.
BKB: I'd like you much better if I was sure you weren't me. Get out of my head, or die.
NDC: You suck. You may be ok as a person, or at least you once were, as I'm sure your wife originally saw something in you, but then you became a domer, so, therefore, you suck. No hard feelings.
PrincessPeach: You keep ignoring my attempts to hit on you. While this is wise, I would still feel better if I was sure that you weren't me, which would mean that I was rejecting myself. That's a bitter pill to swallow. Again, get out of my head.
AKAK: You never gave me any Buckeye tickets this year, and you kicked my ass when we both "shotgunned" a beer. I hate you for that. I'd ask for another chance, but that was the fastest damn shotgun I've ever seen, and would only lose again, which would make me demand another rematch, and so on, and so forth, until we were both so drunk that we stop making fun of the Scottish, and probably even stop arguing over whether the Germans or the Irish are better ancestors. Hmmm. I demand a rematch.
21: You are a truly good person, and knowledgable as well. Normally that would inspire respect...and while it does, there is no point to hanging around here any longer to make the rest of us feel like idiots. Begone. *but come back right away, or we'd fall apart*
Rugby: Dude, face facts. You are an old man. Quit with this rugby shit already, before you die.
That's all for now. I'm sure I'll think of more later. Remember, everybody gets a turn, and there is no retaliating (yet - that comes later, on Red Wine Socialist Turn the Tables Time Friday). Air your grievances, so that you can successfully eat your way into a coma tomorrow. If you don't air your grievances, and attempt to celebrate tomorrow, you will die.
Thump: as much as I love the compliment, I really don't stalk you. I just really think you are a homo.
SIMV: I don't really think you are a lightweight. Anyone as fat as you can obviously drink, and drink well.
BKB: I'd like you much better if I was sure you weren't me. Get out of my head, or die.
NDC: You suck. You may be ok as a person, or at least you once were, as I'm sure your wife originally saw something in you, but then you became a domer, so, therefore, you suck. No hard feelings.
PrincessPeach: You keep ignoring my attempts to hit on you. While this is wise, I would still feel better if I was sure that you weren't me, which would mean that I was rejecting myself. That's a bitter pill to swallow. Again, get out of my head.
AKAK: You never gave me any Buckeye tickets this year, and you kicked my ass when we both "shotgunned" a beer. I hate you for that. I'd ask for another chance, but that was the fastest damn shotgun I've ever seen, and would only lose again, which would make me demand another rematch, and so on, and so forth, until we were both so drunk that we stop making fun of the Scottish, and probably even stop arguing over whether the Germans or the Irish are better ancestors. Hmmm. I demand a rematch.
21: You are a truly good person, and knowledgable as well. Normally that would inspire respect...and while it does, there is no point to hanging around here any longer to make the rest of us feel like idiots. Begone. *but come back right away, or we'd fall apart*
Rugby: Dude, face facts. You are an old man. Quit with this rugby shit already, before you die.
That's all for now. I'm sure I'll think of more later. Remember, everybody gets a turn, and there is no retaliating (yet - that comes later, on Red Wine Socialist Turn the Tables Time Friday). Air your grievances, so that you can successfully eat your way into a coma tomorrow. If you don't air your grievances, and attempt to celebrate tomorrow, you will die.
