On a Saturday night when the Damn Emos are not here and Boo is getting rather tired and I could be hanging from the chandelier – if we actually had one, don’t think those down lights are particularly sturdy especially wearing my hooker boots and sporting a whip.I am Plurking with my biatches.
And twittering with MPS, sending suggestive tweets knowing full well he can’t respond cause Moo is following his tweets.
Tonight I have managed to:
Get 3 of my biatches drunk with me. And convinced one to start drinking at 9am to keep me company.
Pondered getting a personal trainer that takes off his clothes for every rep. Rawr.
Convinced my girl ‘The cat arse licking plurk whore” to commit a crime. Vandalizing her local neighbourhood.
So somewhere in Australia people will be walking past the evidence of a drunken night of Plurking…
And MPS is not impressed at being called a ‘husbo’ bwaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaa! He is the designated drink pourer tonight.
Admitted to getting kicked out of Maccas for spurting a HOT fudge sundae out my nose.
Drank nearly a whole bottle of Absolute vodka by myself. With Red bull, thanks Huckdoll and cranberry juice again thanks Shamelessy Sassy. I love you my biatches.
Thrown a block of chocolate at the television cause fucking Jessica Simpson is on that stupid Proactive ad AGAIN.
And then dropped to my knees and apologised to the chocolate whilst picking up every crumb and eating it. Ten second rule you know…
Got slapped by Maria for bitching at her for no fucking reason but that I am rather tipsy. So I tell the world Maria is teh awesome.
But BoxBoy is still an arse.
And cranberry and vodka is now officially my favourite drink. Besides Latte. Cause I will always be a slave to the latte.
And I think in the morning I will be regretting this post. And the cranberry vodka…
Blame Leigh and Genaine. This post is THEIR FAULT!
I will post something with more substance when I can actually see the keyboard…
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IT WAS YOUR FAULT…You made me drink when I was about to go to bed….
I’m First!!
Sorry, always wanted to do that.
drunk posts are the best posts, particularly when they involve cranberry.
Think we shall all be regretting it in the morning!
*snort* that was some funny arse shit tho Bwahahaha.
A drunken night of plurking and crime…same time next week?
i think it’s impressive that you can drunk post and still manage to do linkies.
i bow to your awesomeness.
solid effort!
you better hope you didn’t anger the chocolate gods.
apparently, i went to bed too early – just when the party was starting!
I have Awesome sauce…
Geeze, I was wasted last night. But I totally missed out on the fun. Of course, I had RL company, but my friend could have used the laptop while I plurked. There are other weekends, depending on whether I have internet access on my journeys.
Wow…remind me to only Plurk with you and your plurkcircle on the weekends!
Although I do enjoy a plurkcircle jerk now and again….a plurkle jerk?
Okay, I’m done now.
Great drunken posting! And plurking! I’m lucky – it’s only 2 here and thanks to you and the other lovely ladies, this lady is *still* drinking! Good luck in the A.M. might need to get some good hangover medicine! I think I’m done for the day though
Thanks for a most wonderful, alcohol filled morning!
Dammit. I wish you didn’t live so far away!
Hehehehehehehehehe love the drunken posting!!
Drunk posting rules! I would do it too, apart from the fact I hate the taste of alcohol. (And I’m too young to drink. But we can forget that bit, yes?)
Ewww…BoxBoy, you need to stop right now with the awesome sauce comment!
This was quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve ever read in the history of me blogging. So funny, in fact, I had to read it out loud to Baby Daddy and HE even laughed which he’s never done before at anything to do with blogging.
We MUST drink together before we die, okay? Lets make it happen biatch.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Boxboy drank his own sauce.
LOL…. looks like a good time. Are you responsible for the lacy pink gstring hanging from my letterbox, too?
Here’s the bacon and eggs Kel, oh and a very very grande latte!
Plurk was fun, even for those of us not imbibing! Oh and you still aren’t following me on twitter
Sob. Where was my invite? What the fuck, Kel? I can do vodka with the best of them. In fact, I’m on my third TALL vodka and cranberry (the 5-calorie DIET version…BOW to my awesomeness!).
Is your head still attached this morning?
Cool
Now I wonder which fresh concrete that “Bite Me” was written in? (actually I don’t wonder, I know, but shall not say).
Next stop: The Official Drunken Plurk Doof, AKA Bloggers Behaving Badly. Next Saturday night perhaps?
Cheers, Andrew
Sorry I didn’t join you (but couldn’t have anyway cos I don’t plurk or tweet).
I was at a real party last night. There were people that I could actually touch (and did). And a band. And free booze. In a shed. With sausage rolls. And chicken platters. And fruit punch in a big plastic bucket. And chocolate cake with pink icing.
Ah drunk blogging, LOVE IT!
How are you this morning?
you do know the only sure way to avoid the hangover is to not. stop. drinking.?
STILL spewing I fell asleep!!!!
lol, so how’s the head this morning ya pisshead.
Don’t know how you could blog so well when you are pissed.
I’m impressed.
There is a rule for being drunk in charge of a keyboard – what happens on the blog, stays on the blog, so no deletes, corrections or editing in any shape or form
BTW – hair of the dog will sort out that ice-pick digging into your skull today
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH………….oops, sorry, cuts it to a whisper….hahahahahaha
Genaine: I am fucking innocent and sweet. Ain’t my fault!
Shamelessly Sassy: Cause technically I am ingesting a freaking fruit AND looking after my inner water works.
Leigh: Will my liver be up to it?
The planet of janet: Was there any freaking DOUBT of my awesomeness? Yeah, the linkies took some time to be able to focus on.
PG: Fuck! There are chocolate Gods? Are they like, made of chocolate? Mmmmm that is a religion I could totally be into.
Zoeyjane: And I was sad you weren’t there…
BoxBoy: Which sauce are you talking about? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
witchypoo: We will send out a PlurkyCall. Like a BootyCall only funner and dressed and shit..
Lilacspecs: Plurkle Jerk? Sounds kinky! I don’t do ‘cliques’ or ‘circles’ everyone is welcome to join in the madness.
Nichoal: Thanks for an awesome evening… well what I remember of it anyway… *snort*
Ann: When I win the lotto you are going to be one of the first chicks I come to see!
Marilyn: I am too scared to actually read it…
Kath: No alcohol for you. It is baaaaaaaad baaaaaaaad stuff. It makes grown women deface public property and others stand back and laugh and laugh…
Huckdoll: I have got me a list of biatches all over the world I am gunna drink with. Half of them are in fucking Canada!
Anja: oh *vomit*
Naomi: Can you post it back to me?
Fiona: Arent I? I thought I was! Email me your twit details and I will get to it toot sweet!
Ree: Bowing. Feeling rather Meh today… Will send out a call next time K?
Andrew: Hmmmm, will let you know. I might be going away on a dirty weekend… *snigger*
Gnometree: I haven’t been to a party like that since the eighties. With my PARENTS! *gaffaw*
Veronica: This morning I was OK. This afternoon is a different story…
Bettina: Damn it! Why didn’t you tell me this last night?
K: na na nana na
Widdle Shamrock: STILL haven’t read back what I wrote. To scared…
Jayne: Lets hope I don’t scare all the readers away…
River: Thanks babe. Unfortunately Boo is playing ‘Peanut Butter Jelly Time’ and shaking that fucking tambourine.
So, no regrets?
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
hilarious and the comments … I keep forgetting about plurk.
MMM I could go a vodka and cranberry.
I want to know who did you want to bite your daughter … the party boys tagged the neighbour’s car windscreen /windows writing in the dew …she couldn’t quite read it all thankfully but was hoping to match up the tags to some vandals elsewhere.
Drunken blogging is AWESOME! (But not for me ’cause I sound like a complete and utter moron and get weepy and emotional – very emo:).
Gods, I effing HATE that Proactiv, or however it’s spelled, commercial. When she says “Just a little dab, that’s all you need”, I am wishing I had a giant hammer or something to throw, although since I am borrowing the TV from the parents, would not be such a great idea. Loved the sidewalk, too bad there is no such thing as indelible chalk….Or is there? Hmmmm…
I forgive you. For bitching me out. Because I’m awesome like that. :p
At least when you are drinking and blogging, you’re not drinking alone!
That would be a good loophole answer for those “Am I an alcoholic” tests.
Ms MBT: Like I don’t do that already? There is a slide in my nearest playpark that will never be the same after my aunt got stuck in it. And of course, the famous incident of the penis shape cut in my nana’s grass.
SO!!??? Are you sober yet?
Ok, so what is plurking?
You don’t need to drink anymore, I’m back now…ha ha!
Drinking and blogging product the greatest posts
Just refrain from blogging about any ex’s and you’re good.
Cranberry, eh? *raises brow*
Hilarious. Did you throw a wedge of lime into that Cape Cod? MMM.
When we get drink and act like “ladies” we always wound up with chalk outlines of someone’s body in the road….the neighbors would wonder, for a brief moment or two, who did it. They would then glance at my house, shake their heads in shame, and go back inside.
My God … I missed you. Now I must move on to more recent posts to get completely caught up on your drunken adventures that I sooooo wish I was a part of …
please call on me (plurker buddy) next time this happens – i’m willing for the peer group pressure :>
mwah xxxxxc
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