OH YES it is time for girl drink drunk. Cheers, Zmobie.
4 thoughts on “YEAH It Are a Weekend”
My mother THREW UT my granmother’s awesome Tiki glasses from the 50s when my grandmother was tired of arguing with her about why she should be allowed to keep her shit without being hassled about it.
I’m still bitter.
She also threw out dozens of kick ass vintage cocktail dresses.
What the Eff?
After The Great Purge, wherein many things of actual worth and desirability were thrown out without ceremony and against my grandmother’s prior stated wishes, I discovered there were things that my mother KEPT that I do not understand.
Such as, a 40-year-old enema bag / nozzles kit. WHY?
My mother is crazy.
Seeing your kick-ass Tiki glass is like rock salt in my still-red and sensitive wounds of resentment about her crazy.
I’m hoping it skips a generation; since she acted like this when she was my age and I have yet to, even in my most irritating moments, approach the outskirts of the borders of the country of Crackcakes in which she permanently resides and has crowned herself Empress, I MIGHT get lucky.
If she doesn’t infect me with the crazycooties first.
In other words, I am SICK with jealousy over your Tiki weave.
Dude, what song is that?
OKAY LORELEI, LOL.
Sile: Is Blackout by Kidz in the Hall. So grood.
love your tiki glass.. I have a kewl volcano bowl I stole from Trader Dick’s (yes, Dick, not Vic…). It has a place in the middle for 151 so you can set it on fire. Of course we tried to blow it out as fast as possible and suck it up with our long straws instead.. then the alcohol evaporated up the 36 inch straws.
So we tried again
and again
and again
and then we were drunk and just stole the 4th bowl so we could perfect it at home
Cheers.
My mother THREW UT my granmother’s awesome Tiki glasses from the 50s when my grandmother was tired of arguing with her about why she should be allowed to keep her shit without being hassled about it.
I’m still bitter.
She also threw out dozens of kick ass vintage cocktail dresses.
What the Eff?
After The Great Purge, wherein many things of actual worth and desirability were thrown out without ceremony and against my grandmother’s prior stated wishes, I discovered there were things that my mother KEPT that I do not understand.
Such as, a 40-year-old enema bag / nozzles kit. WHY?
My mother is crazy.
Seeing your kick-ass Tiki glass is like rock salt in my still-red and sensitive wounds of resentment about her crazy.
I’m hoping it skips a generation; since she acted like this when she was my age and I have yet to, even in my most irritating moments, approach the outskirts of the borders of the country of Crackcakes in which she permanently resides and has crowned herself Empress, I MIGHT get lucky.
If she doesn’t infect me with the crazycooties first.
In other words, I am SICK with jealousy over your Tiki weave.
Dude, what song is that?
OKAY LORELEI, LOL.
Sile: Is Blackout by Kidz in the Hall. So grood.
love your tiki glass.. I have a kewl volcano bowl I stole from Trader Dick’s (yes, Dick, not Vic…). It has a place in the middle for 151 so you can set it on fire. Of course we tried to blow it out as fast as possible and suck it up with our long straws instead.. then the alcohol evaporated up the 36 inch straws.
So we tried again
and again
and again
and then we were drunk and just stole the 4th bowl so we could perfect it at home
Cheers.