[brainsalad]

Pretty sad state of affairs when on a Friday night I am hanging out at Headfi.

My wife is right.... I must be a Nerd.

 

[Binaural Fusion]

Every addiction has its price.

 

[Uncle Erik]

Well, I'm on Head-Fi and still at the office. I'm killing a little time and catching up on a few things while waiting for traffic to die off. Might as well spend another hour here than slugging it out for 90 minutes.

 

[GlendaleViper]

Tanking up the reserves before I head out to a show.

 

[Duggeh]

Its Saturday morning by now GMT.

Anyway, to answer your question, its cheaper to sit in and drink than to go out. And I'm skint at the minute, need to save my pennies for march 8th.

 

[GlendaleViper]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Duggeh /img/forum/go_quote.gif ...need to save my pennies for march 8th.

Drunken Viper is intrigued...

 

[balrog]

Night? It is 80 degrees and the sun is still shining.

I am working. At least that is what I call it.

 

[krmathis]

2:51am over here, and I should have been sleeping for 3 hours...
But for some reason I am still sitting here with an SR-404 on my head, a cold beer on the table and Head-Fi in the browser.

 

[Kirosia]

My wife left me for a bus driver.

 

[Samgotit]

Drinking warm vodka, sitting alone at a wooden table, pushing a chewed toothpick around in a figure eight by the light of a sulfur lamp post 200 yards outside of my window, thinking about cutting the sleeves of some old tour T-shirts.

 

[Ingo]

I'm just sitting around waiting on a girl to call. Shower = 3 hrs.

 

[GreatDane]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kirosia /img/forum/go_quote.gif My wife left me for a bus driver.

Male or Female?

 

[Kirosia]

Quote:

Originally Posted by GreatDane /img/forum/go_quote.gif Male or Female?

Male, but he did have man-jugs.

 

[goldenratiophi]

I'm on Head-Fi between shifts of studying for this Ohio economics competition thing...

 

[GlendaleViper]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Samgotit /img/forum/go_quote.gif Drinking warm vodka, sitting alone at a wooden table, pushing a chewed toothpick around in a figure eight by the light of a sulfur lamp post 200 yards outside of my window, thinking about cutting the sleeves of some old tour T-shirts.

Cutting? CUTTING? A true class-act rips said sleeves off of the t-shirt whilst wearing it, thereby ensuring a hefty quantity of stray threads which will subsequently bleach and fray.

Do I need to teach you EVERYTHING?