Step into my one-thread pub. *casually wipes down bar*
 

I have had a stupendous month. It has probably been one of the best months of my life, if not the best month.

I was going to go out and celebrate, but it started raining cats and dogs.

So I'm in tonight. Drinking, as we speak, a Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy, which I don't really like, but a neighbor I just met and socialized with gave it to me as a gift, so I feel like I'm obligated.

But I'm behind the bar.

Pull up a stool. Since this is the internet, and also not real, we've got a limitless drink selection and everything's free.

This is the people's thread. Shit all over it, or just **** around. I'm here all night.

Some random thoughts that have been rattling around in my brain recently, and potential conversation starters:

• I was going to do something masturbatory (er, even more masturbatory, I suppose) and start a ChiefsPlanet Poster of the Week thread, and nominate Simply Red, since he has been flooding my inbox with all kinds of cool-as-shit techno from twenty years ago, and also is a really unique weirdo that gives this forum an extra twinge of flavor. He's like ChiefsPlanet's sarsaparilla.
• Because of all the George Zimmerman stuff the past couple weeks, I've been thinking a lot about race and, more broadly, culture. I don't know where some closed-minded people get the idea that we should totally be blind to different races, ethnicities, sexual orientations, and whatever. I like having friends of different races, at times I seem to prefer it over having white friends simply because I love hearing about other cultures and lifestyles.
  
  Among my inner circle of friends, one (probably my best friend) is a gay dude, and another is a hardcore libertarian -- and I think I prefer talking to them because of our differences more than I do people who have the same experiences and opinions as me. I think a post-racial world, if such a thing exists, is a world where differences are not ignored for the greater good, it's that they are openly acknowledged and celebrated, which creates its own greater good.
• Is it okay for grown men to have best friends? I don't think so. I don't know what it is, but I always hesitate to call one or two of my closest friends "best friends." Even though that's technically what we are... Vote in this thread.
• I am also pissed off at all my inner circle friends, save a couple, for moving out of Springfield and into awesome towns like Honolulu, Portland, Austin, and Chicago, among others. It takes a lot of work to make a really good friend, and them moving out means I have to make another or something. And that's a royal pain in the ass.
• I had two firsts back in June: I had my first brandy, and my first cognac. Cognacs taste like death; my god, it tastes like grain alcohol on steroids, it is so ****ing strong. Brandy tastes like pancake syrup. Too sweet for my tastes.

Other thoughts will develop as the thread prattles on, or falls swiftly to the second page. LMAO

Pull up a stool, order a beer, or whatever. And we'll get luv to dance on the bar or something.

luv on the barstool??? allllll-riiiiiiiiiiightttt...

i'll have a crown and coke, please...

Bacardi and Diet...tall.

I've drank with luv -- she's comfortable on a bar stool.

Can't speak for if she's ever Coyote Ugly'd. I would guess not. But that would make this thread even more historic than it already is.

What're you, on your period?

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Coors.



"I like simple pleasures, like butter in my ass, lollipops in my mouth. That's just me. That's just something I enjoy.".

Seriously Saul, you ruined the Hootie thread single-handedly by halting your roasts.

I never got why you did, anyway. It's a shame. You were wrecking shit.

luv is going to break the bar

Name me a better movie than "The Departed," by the way.

Name a better movie.

You can't.

You can't name a better movie.

That Summer Shandy is like a 4% abv.

I was actually taking about not having a "best friend" while driving home from the Royals game tonight. All of my best friends move away. It's happened my entire life. If you ever want to move somewhere cool, become good friends with me, and it will happen in a year or two.

Brandy and Cohpgnac suck. When you get right down to it, all dark liquors suck...categorically.

Let me guess: Hemingway?

It's just too light.

I prefer bitter, stout shit. Not this happy, light stuff. I'm too miserable to enjoy something like this.

Close.


Boogie Nights. It's a train wreck of greatness.

WTF is "dark liquor"? (Seriously, I'm that stupid.)