Not stocking anything.  After all, it's the end of the world.  No need for supplies as we all float off into space.  However, I didn't sell everything and go on a spending spree.  That could have been a mistake.  Maybe I should have gone on one more riotous splurge.

Bigcat wrote:

phreddy wrote:

Not stocking anything.  After all, it's the end of the world.  No need for supplies as we all float off into space.  However, I didn't sell everything and go on a spending spree.  That could have been a mistake.  Maybe I should have gone on one more riotous splurge.

I am assuming that we will still linger for a bit. I plan on getting down until I run out of booze and weed or until I have to go to work Monday.

You'll never have a better chance to try auto-erotic asphyxiation. Put on your wife's lingerie, plenty of whore makeup, get some lube and plenty of toys, then sit down and hang yourself on a doorknob. The world is ending, no one will ever know.....

Taking a plane outta town tomorrow morning.

If the world ends while we're in the air, we'll have a great view.  If the world ends after we land, we'll be in Vegas for the end of the world.

Bigcat wrote:

Tall Paul wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

I am assuming that we will still linger for a bit. I plan on getting down until I run out of booze and weed or until I have to go to work Monday.

You'll never have a better chance to try auto-erotic asphyxiation. Put on your wife's lingerie, plenty of whore makeup, get some lube and plenty of toys, then sit down and hang yourself on a doorknob. The world is ending, no one will ever know.....

That was actually a good one. Nice

Your esteemed evaluation of witty retorts means a great deal to us, puss. Particularly as yours are so very much more witty than any we could devise.  I'm sure we'll all be sitting on the very edges of our chairs awaiting your next pronouncement.

I just plan on wearing out Melons, if the world ends we get to go out in glory and if not she will be eternally grateful for the run.  I've managed the run up well, time will tell if I can manage the final sprint.

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whosasailorthen wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

Tall Paul wrote:

You'll never have a better chance to try auto-erotic asphyxiation. Put on your wife's lingerie, plenty of whore makeup, get some lube and plenty of toys, then sit down and hang yourself on a doorknob. The world is ending, no one will ever know.....

That was actually a good one. Nice

Your esteemed evaluation of witty retorts means a great deal to us, puss. Particularly as yours are so very much more witty than any we could devise.  I'm sure we'll all be sitting on the very edges of our chairs awaiting your next pronouncement.

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Lip shitz wrote:

'Its the morning of the 21st now.  I'm still here, all is well..... wait what's that sound?

(long drawn out whiney sound in the distance)

Oh My God, it's a neurosis storm.  It produces great whiney gusts of paranoia, it rains depression and guilt.

The Solstice isn't until 11:11 Est. That is when the shit will hit the fan.

I am going to my (man)cave now to start drinking myself into acceptance.

I'm in Palm Springs. It might as well be the end of the world.

Taint wrote:

I'm in Palm Springs. It might as well be the end of the world.

I take it all of the gay men in Palm Springs went to San Francisco for the end of the world, leaving behind only the old straight Jews*.


*Palm Springs is boring unless you're old, gay, Jewish, or some combination of these three.

Silly bullshit. If I thought the world were really ending I'd have taken ole Betsy to Ottawa and gone out in a blaze of glory. As it is I've got a half-oz. of kush, two grams of blonde hash, a bottle-and-a-half of Jamesons (which I may upgrade to my traditional Xmas Ardbeg) and an Apocalypse party to go to, at which a friend of mine, recently back from Nepal, has promised to bring me a couple grams of Afghani black. Afhani black, as some of you oldsters may remember, is the finest fucking-hash on the planet, and that, me hearties, is how I plan to pass the evening: Party / Hash / Fucking my perfectly legal-aged girlfriend. Who wants to get old anyways? To be honest, kids, this is what I do most Fridays.
Tonight, however, the aural ambience will be apposite to the occasion:

XregnaR wrote:

Clown makeup, motor oil, jumper cables, saran wrap, a jug of ether and the address of a local parochial school.....

What's the motor oil for?

XregnaR wrote:

Bigcat wrote:

XregnaR wrote:

Clown makeup, motor oil, jumper cables, saran wrap, a jug of ether and the address of a local parochial school.....

What's the motor oil for?

I don't like chafing.

Understood.

XregnaR wrote:

We had two bags of grass...
75 pellets of mescaline...
five sheets of high-powered blotter acid...
a salt shaker half-full of cocaine...
a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.
Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer...
a pint of raw ether...
two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip...
but once you get locked into a serious drug collection...
the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

Seabag 1 has water, food, a kitten and possibly a sat phone, but Seabag 2 is packed according to Regina's list.

...where did all this gleet come from?

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

...is anyone still alive?

Barely. I got pretty fucked up. I don't know if it was a comet or scotch but either way, I am trying to get my guts together enough to do it again.

Just made and ate an enormous wokful of noodles with ginger, green onions and oyster sauce. Thanks to that and a couple T-3s, the hangover is lifting. This evening's festivities entail a concert of Vivaldi et al (Quattro Staggione and other Baroque delights), after which I will reprise last night's debauchery in an abbreviated fashion. Tomorrow I begin the tedious process of cutting up the bodies and immersing them in acid.

Htom Sirveaux wrote:

The only thing that can stop a bad Mayan with a calendar is a good Mayan with a calendar.

The season wouldn't be complete without an inane interjection from Xmas-Ahpoo. If you're bored over the holidays you can read his Harry Potter fanfic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1089355/Htom_Sirveaux.

Bigcat wrote:

I am feeling better though and am about to get down with my hookah/vaporizer combo. Romman plum flavor with vapor. Red Stripe for my beverage and some Cheetos for my main course.

I should be quite plump by next hunting season if I stick with my current diet.

Bigcat - tried cardamom shisha yet? My favourite so far, although Roman Plum sounds exceptionally interesting. I'll look for it. (I once had a Roman Peach...but that's another story, and too dirty for High-Street.)

Just got back from an excellent concert: Vivaldi's Le Quattro Stagione (The Four Seasons) and Piazzola's Cuatro estaciónes porteñas (The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires). I'm sure you've all heard myriad versions of the Vulvaldi, so here's the other.

                              Part One. If you like it, you can find the other parts youselves, you lazy assholes.

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Just got back from an excellent concert: Vivaldi's Le Quattro Stagione (The Four Seasons) and Piazzola's Cuatro estaciónes porteñas

Sounds interesting, though I'm not a big fan of nuevo tango.

I just bought this as a present, but I'm afraid it's going to have been opened.

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That's some fancy fiddle playing, I must say.
True story. As I sat back and let the music engulf me, my total being focused on only one thought. Who has the stinkiest pussy in Hollywood?

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Bigcat wrote:

WilberCuntLicker wrote:

Bigcat - tried cardamom shisha yet?

Looking online, so far I have only found it in herbal- not tobacco. Is that how/what it is?

I'll have to get back to you on that. Some asshole is on my roof and I'm about to blow his ass to hell.