Showing posts with label stir that drink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stir that drink. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2008

A brief reprieve

Hardest part of doing the 11 hours we put in?
PK - watching this on a television that reminds me I'm in Albany on a shitty tube television in 2008
PL - marcus the dog all up in my business, my contacts drying up halfway
RS - being uncomfortable, having to GIVE THOUGHT to 90210

Worst character besides Andrea?
PK - Cindy
PL - If Andrea had a daughter
RS - Old Jackie, not the alkie, the ugly one

How drunk would you have to be to KISS (no more, no less) Andrea?
PK - shithammered
PL - through a case of keystone lite, maybe two
RS - drinking cocaine

Captain Jack will get you high tonight

Strong start to our late nate viewing... Steve peer pressuring Brandon to drink fruity drinks he's spinning. Kelly says "my mother drinks, I sip" -- because alcoholism isn't a hereditary thing at all.

Steve spiked Brandon's drink. *Male rape scene ensues*, no really Brandon caves into Steve's pushing and becomes the violent prick he barely keeps hidden under the surface. 

Steve and Kelly get down, Brenda and Brandon eye each other (it's not even weird at this point)...

Episode 8. This cock will loosen Cindy up.

So, as I called 30 posts ago, infidelity has crept its way into the Walsh household. But who would've guessed it would be Cindy trolling for balls? I thought for sure Jim would be caught out there doing some nasty shit. But here it is. Cindy creeping hard on some corndick photojournalist who wears his photo-dude-vest when he's just bumming around town.

I think it's a good thing. I think maybe things have settled at the bottom of that drink and it needs a swizzle-stick to stir it back up. A 7" stick with the hair shaved off at the base.