Quo
...
I had nearly a pitcher to myself one evening last weekend and woke up happy and refreshed. I thought that was strange because I do get hungover usually.
Am I the only one here who doesn't get hungover?
Am I the only one here who doesn't get hungover?
And I'd love to help name your dog but I'm bad at girl names. We named my dog marley ffs.
I never get hungover and I've never thrown up from drinking. But the day after I drink beer excessively, I feel quite nauseous.
Nope, the pups a female.
I am considering Duchess and Starbuck at the moment.
Adorable. Duchess definitely gets my vote. She LOOKS like a Duchess.
Name suggestions?
Nope. No hangovers in recent memory. I dunno. Maybe I sleep through them?Am I the only one here who doesn't get hungover?
No need to brag, Richie von Douchenstein.I never get hungover and I've never thrown up from drinking. But the day after I drink beer excessively, I feel quite nauseous.
No need to brag, Richie von Douchenstein.
AND, I've got a holofoil rare 1st edition Charizard. I'm da coolest kid around.
Jeremy Maclin. </3
Has anyone seen this:
I'll take "Who was the Philadelphia Eagles' only hope" for 500, Alex.
In August of 1987, Bresnahan, then a 25-year-old second-string catcher with the Williamsport (Pennsylvania) Bills of the Class-AA Eastern League, decided to liven up a meaningless late-season home game. Before the game, Bresnahan peeled and sculpted a potato in the shape of a baseball. Behind the plate in the fifth inning, with the potato concealed in his mitt and a runner on third base, he threw the potato wildly past his third baseman, hoping the runner would think he made an errant pick-off throw. The play worked to perfection. The runner at third trotted home, and Bresnahan tagged him out with the baseball. An umpire retrieved the potato and awarded the runner home for Bresnahan’s deception. The following day, Bresnahan was fined by his manager and then released by the Bills’ parent club, the Cleveland Indians, for what they perceived as an affront to the integrity of the game.
I'm tired.