http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLthhTnleso&feature=email
Yea, it was this good, thanks to Mr. Tanqueray for the link.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
True Blood Line of the Week
So the three of us have gotten into the HBO show, TrueBlood, and when we're not wreaking havoc on the city down the train from us, we spend quiet Sunday nights watching it.
Inspired by last week's "Somebody needs to get down on my johnson" line, we've decided that we'll post our favorite line from each week's show, because, as we've seen, there seems to be a minimum of one absurd line a week.
This week's:
"Listen to me. I have gout... of the dick."
Enjoy? I bet you did.
Inspired by last week's "Somebody needs to get down on my johnson" line, we've decided that we'll post our favorite line from each week's show, because, as we've seen, there seems to be a minimum of one absurd line a week.
This week's:
"Listen to me. I have gout... of the dick."
Enjoy? I bet you did.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Gotta Go To Work
Okay, I gotts to run, so I'll post now, and those other two assfucks will post later or not at all. Whatever, be grateful that you at least got a dose from me, the self-proclaimed best writer of the group.
Jeigh Peayh-
So the Thrill was at his high school reunion blowin' dudes for the first half of the night, so POD and I met up with the notorious trouble-maker, Bones, so the night started out great. After taking a power hour to the face down the throat, we start walking. With this guy Bones leading the way it could only mean trouble, or so I thought. He brought us to The Boxcar Lounge on Avenue B between tenth and eleventh. Yikes. There were more hipsters between those two walls than... I don't know, I have no analogy. It was awful. I felt like we should have been snap-fighting the whole time, ala Sharks and Jets. There were more fucking fedoras than all of the 1930's, 40's, 50's, and early 60's combined. It was absurd. So we spent about as long as it takes to take a beer to the face and then got the mutherfuck out of that joint.
I guess I expected the night to get better. I'm an idiot. We ended up at Tonic on 29th and 3rd, the only good thing about this dump being that it's pretty close to 3rd and Long, which is where we went regardless of the fact that The Steu-ball wanted to stay to get with the "hot bartender." Pederast.
The highlight for me was the indian dude with the 70's porno mustache dancing with, yep, you guessed it, another indian dude... while somehow still trying to pick up ladies. I loved his moves, I loved his style.
I'll never go to either of those places again.
POD:
Let me first say that as much as I love Bones, it is a complete pain in the ass to get to his apartment. OK maybe I screwed up the directions a little bit but still. We took the 4 downtown from GCT and tried to transfer at Canal St. After walking for what seemed like several miles through the subway, we finally reached the platform for the J, where the only other signs of life besides Jeigh, myself, and the rats, were some hipster asian girls who incidentally wanted my johnson. Too bad I don't like asian girls (I'm asian go figure). We end up going in the wrong direction and get off at the last stop: Wall Street. Jeigh and I walk hastily through that creepy section of the city while I ramble on about how I hate wall street assholes. We finally find a cab and after we figure out that the corner we want is Orchard St and not Orange, we make it to Bones' place. My delight at hearing he lives with his hot older cousin was quickly demolished when I found out she was in Boston for the weekend. After the power hour we started walking through the crowd of blue blazers, scarfs, and fall out boy hair cuts. I'm not sure when this happened, but for argument's sake I'll say it was at this point in the night where Bones, Jeigh, and I started snapping our way down the sidewalk at people. As Jeigh pointed out, the bar we stopped at, the Boxcar Lounge, was about as fun as getting a blowjob from a girl with big teeth and braces. By this I mean the beer selection was cool and obviously we like drinking, but the end result was just slightly more misery. All I remember of Tonic East is doing tequila shots with the creepy mexican homo. 3rd and Long was pretty fun as always, especially because standing in our section of the bar, were the three lamest and bitchy girls in New York. Normally this would have annoyed me, but since the tequila was flowing like wine, Thrill and I decided to make a move. After they repeatedly told me they didn't want any tequila, I bought a round for everyone. The one cool girl of the trio actually took her shot and then left. The other two proceeded to ignore my drunken banter and give the shots back to me. Bones and I took the shots to the face and, apparently in a full fledged scream instead of the private conversation voice that I intended, told the bartender that these girls were cunts and should remove the sticks from their asses. This made them mad. On the walk to GCT, I somehow got seperated from the group when I made a detour to get some late night munchies. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. Thrill's girlfriend rubbed a mustard covered pretzel in my face, we all snuck on to the train by jumping between the cars and entering through the doors that open up to the car connectors, and I helped rescue a girl from the malfunctioning train bathroom. All in all it was a good night, mostly because of 3rd and Long. I promise we will eventually find a bar that is worth going to again. Until then, enjoy the drunken antics that are almost entirely the fault of 3rd and Long and Jeigh Peayh.
Jeigh Peayh-
So the Thrill was at his high school reunion blowin' dudes for the first half of the night, so POD and I met up with the notorious trouble-maker, Bones, so the night started out great. After taking a power hour to the face down the throat, we start walking. With this guy Bones leading the way it could only mean trouble, or so I thought. He brought us to The Boxcar Lounge on Avenue B between tenth and eleventh. Yikes. There were more hipsters between those two walls than... I don't know, I have no analogy. It was awful. I felt like we should have been snap-fighting the whole time, ala Sharks and Jets. There were more fucking fedoras than all of the 1930's, 40's, 50's, and early 60's combined. It was absurd. So we spent about as long as it takes to take a beer to the face and then got the mutherfuck out of that joint.
I guess I expected the night to get better. I'm an idiot. We ended up at Tonic on 29th and 3rd, the only good thing about this dump being that it's pretty close to 3rd and Long, which is where we went regardless of the fact that The Steu-ball wanted to stay to get with the "hot bartender." Pederast.
The highlight for me was the indian dude with the 70's porno mustache dancing with, yep, you guessed it, another indian dude... while somehow still trying to pick up ladies. I loved his moves, I loved his style.
I'll never go to either of those places again.
POD:
Let me first say that as much as I love Bones, it is a complete pain in the ass to get to his apartment. OK maybe I screwed up the directions a little bit but still. We took the 4 downtown from GCT and tried to transfer at Canal St. After walking for what seemed like several miles through the subway, we finally reached the platform for the J, where the only other signs of life besides Jeigh, myself, and the rats, were some hipster asian girls who incidentally wanted my johnson. Too bad I don't like asian girls (I'm asian go figure). We end up going in the wrong direction and get off at the last stop: Wall Street. Jeigh and I walk hastily through that creepy section of the city while I ramble on about how I hate wall street assholes. We finally find a cab and after we figure out that the corner we want is Orchard St and not Orange, we make it to Bones' place. My delight at hearing he lives with his hot older cousin was quickly demolished when I found out she was in Boston for the weekend. After the power hour we started walking through the crowd of blue blazers, scarfs, and fall out boy hair cuts. I'm not sure when this happened, but for argument's sake I'll say it was at this point in the night where Bones, Jeigh, and I started snapping our way down the sidewalk at people. As Jeigh pointed out, the bar we stopped at, the Boxcar Lounge, was about as fun as getting a blowjob from a girl with big teeth and braces. By this I mean the beer selection was cool and obviously we like drinking, but the end result was just slightly more misery. All I remember of Tonic East is doing tequila shots with the creepy mexican homo. 3rd and Long was pretty fun as always, especially because standing in our section of the bar, were the three lamest and bitchy girls in New York. Normally this would have annoyed me, but since the tequila was flowing like wine, Thrill and I decided to make a move. After they repeatedly told me they didn't want any tequila, I bought a round for everyone. The one cool girl of the trio actually took her shot and then left. The other two proceeded to ignore my drunken banter and give the shots back to me. Bones and I took the shots to the face and, apparently in a full fledged scream instead of the private conversation voice that I intended, told the bartender that these girls were cunts and should remove the sticks from their asses. This made them mad. On the walk to GCT, I somehow got seperated from the group when I made a detour to get some late night munchies. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. Thrill's girlfriend rubbed a mustard covered pretzel in my face, we all snuck on to the train by jumping between the cars and entering through the doors that open up to the car connectors, and I helped rescue a girl from the malfunctioning train bathroom. All in all it was a good night, mostly because of 3rd and Long. I promise we will eventually find a bar that is worth going to again. Until then, enjoy the drunken antics that are almost entirely the fault of 3rd and Long and Jeigh Peayh.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Last Fucking Night
Okay, so we hit two different places last night. It was our buddy's 23rd birthday, so we just followed his lead. First, we went to B-Side, which, before we got there, we engaged in heavy debate over whether the name refferred to the second side of a record, or a clever trendster spin on the word "besides." We went with option A.
The second place we hit was Second on Second. It was a karaoke bar. We had our own room. Yikes.
Thrill:
My face still hurting from the night before, I only managed one beer on the train ride in. We get to B-Side and i cant stomach the PBR/whiskey shot 5 dollar combo because im a huge gay. I stuck with Bud Lights, only 3 dollars a pop so not bad at all. One beer in, I sacked up and started shooting tequila, which was definitely a good decision. The bartender Sarah was awesome, complete with a great Ipod stocked with good tunes not normally heard in bars in the city (Primus, Neutral Milk Hotel). Good shit considering music in bars can pretty much make or break my night. So we drank there from about 8 til 11 then cabbed it downtown a few blocks to the karaoke bar. We had a room to ourselves and the waitress kept on bringing in the beers. I sang sledgehammer cause its a jam as well as a few other diddies, broke up a fight, told an innocent bystander to leave the bar because I thought he was to blame, paid an exorbitant amount of money so we could leave the bar, and then returned home. All in all, a bang up night. I'd definetely return to B Side, not too sure about Second on Second. The rediculously high tab kinda turned me off.
POD:
The night started off in hilarity when on the walk from our house to the train station, Jeigh Peayh stopped and tried to explain how he accidentally forgot to wear underpants. He also forgot an undershirt, money, and his phone. Combine that with the fact that 30 minutes earlier, Thrill was visibly shaking from what I diagnosed as alcohol withdrawal from the night before, and it was a good start to the night. It was our buddy's birthday so a bunch of us met downtown to celebrate. Destination 1: B Side (E12th st and Ave B). This place is half "Mid life crisis college rememberance bar" and half "Early 20s college rememberance bar." There's no kitchen so people are fee to bring in food from the various places in the area. There is one medium size tube TV that doesn't appear to be working, right next to a sign tracking the bar's progress at raising enough money to buy a flatscreen (the goal is $700). The most popular order of the night, what the bartender conveniently labels "the special", is a can of PBR and a shot of Wild Turkey for $5. Needless to say we were all feeling pretty special after a while. Topping off this glorified hole in the wall was a slightly demolished foosball table (a few of the "men" were ducktaped together) located in the bar's loungy back room, which consisted of a few wooden seats surrounding the table. All in all this place was good for a cheap drink and a good place to start off the night. Our birthday friend wanted nothing more than to belt the groups usual tunes of choice at the top of our lungs at each other. So we hopped in cabs and headed to 2nd on 2nd (surprisingly located at 2nd street and 2nd ave). The main bar was filled with "downtown-ites" who had no problem paying $1 per song and waiting 2 hours to scream "hit me with your best shot" at each other over and over again. We proceeded to a backroom with our party of about 20 so we could skip the wait and start our own concert. The night rattled on with the usual hits like Sledgehammer, Safety Dance, and of course Beer for my Horses. When we were getting ready to leave and requested the check, we came to the realization that our 2 hours of drunken lullabies came at the price of over $600. After everyone finished bitching and moaning about how they did not drink their share of the check we retreated to cabs so we could catch the last train out of Manhattan. The night ended in typical fashion with Jeigh Peayh and myself passing out in the living room in mid power hour. All in all pretty good night.
Jeigh Peayh:
Yea, so I think the boys got the gist of the night down for the most part. The no underwear thing was complicated. We were setting up the blog when I got out of the shower last night, so I only threw on jeans so I could run into POD's room for a sec, and that took longer than I thought, and so I forgot to go back and put some whities on.
I was pretty bored at B-side, and since I don't drink liquor after my incredible experience on the beaches of Wildwood, NJ (The cops are pretty cool there, so I was told), the special wasn't all that special to me.
Second on Second was a pretty cool joint, I thought. The minor scuffle that occurred was handled quite well by the bouncer- he was a pretty cool dude. About half the bouncers in New York are Cocknockers, and the other half are pretty cool. This guy was pretty cool, and didn't really give us a problem. The karaoke thing was pretty sweet, and the waitress definetly wanted all she could handle of this guy, which was pretty awesome. Like they said, the tab was a pain in the ass to handle, because people had left without paying and shit, which is a pain in the ass. The scam was that the waitress kept bringing beers and shit in, and of course no mention of the tab until we were about to leave, which had to be handled, which pissed off the birthday boy (always seems to happen on your birthday, being pissed I mean), and of course every girl was saying to me, "I didn't drink $45 dollars worth of booze" not taking into account that they had to pay the room fee as well. Needless to say it was alot of drama that was not made up for by the other cool things about this place. I'm glad I went to both of them just for the experience, but it will not become a part of my usual list of hangouts, which right now only consists of one:
Third and Long.
I had fun, though, and didn't come home sober.
B- Side : Thrill- Yes POD: Only with a big group Jeigh: No
2nd and 2nd: Thrill- No POD-No Jeigh-almost yes but no
The second place we hit was Second on Second. It was a karaoke bar. We had our own room. Yikes.
Thrill:
My face still hurting from the night before, I only managed one beer on the train ride in. We get to B-Side and i cant stomach the PBR/whiskey shot 5 dollar combo because im a huge gay. I stuck with Bud Lights, only 3 dollars a pop so not bad at all. One beer in, I sacked up and started shooting tequila, which was definitely a good decision. The bartender Sarah was awesome, complete with a great Ipod stocked with good tunes not normally heard in bars in the city (Primus, Neutral Milk Hotel). Good shit considering music in bars can pretty much make or break my night. So we drank there from about 8 til 11 then cabbed it downtown a few blocks to the karaoke bar. We had a room to ourselves and the waitress kept on bringing in the beers. I sang sledgehammer cause its a jam as well as a few other diddies, broke up a fight, told an innocent bystander to leave the bar because I thought he was to blame, paid an exorbitant amount of money so we could leave the bar, and then returned home. All in all, a bang up night. I'd definetely return to B Side, not too sure about Second on Second. The rediculously high tab kinda turned me off.
POD:
The night started off in hilarity when on the walk from our house to the train station, Jeigh Peayh stopped and tried to explain how he accidentally forgot to wear underpants. He also forgot an undershirt, money, and his phone. Combine that with the fact that 30 minutes earlier, Thrill was visibly shaking from what I diagnosed as alcohol withdrawal from the night before, and it was a good start to the night. It was our buddy's birthday so a bunch of us met downtown to celebrate. Destination 1: B Side (E12th st and Ave B). This place is half "Mid life crisis college rememberance bar" and half "Early 20s college rememberance bar." There's no kitchen so people are fee to bring in food from the various places in the area. There is one medium size tube TV that doesn't appear to be working, right next to a sign tracking the bar's progress at raising enough money to buy a flatscreen (the goal is $700). The most popular order of the night, what the bartender conveniently labels "the special", is a can of PBR and a shot of Wild Turkey for $5. Needless to say we were all feeling pretty special after a while. Topping off this glorified hole in the wall was a slightly demolished foosball table (a few of the "men" were ducktaped together) located in the bar's loungy back room, which consisted of a few wooden seats surrounding the table. All in all this place was good for a cheap drink and a good place to start off the night. Our birthday friend wanted nothing more than to belt the groups usual tunes of choice at the top of our lungs at each other. So we hopped in cabs and headed to 2nd on 2nd (surprisingly located at 2nd street and 2nd ave). The main bar was filled with "downtown-ites" who had no problem paying $1 per song and waiting 2 hours to scream "hit me with your best shot" at each other over and over again. We proceeded to a backroom with our party of about 20 so we could skip the wait and start our own concert. The night rattled on with the usual hits like Sledgehammer, Safety Dance, and of course Beer for my Horses. When we were getting ready to leave and requested the check, we came to the realization that our 2 hours of drunken lullabies came at the price of over $600. After everyone finished bitching and moaning about how they did not drink their share of the check we retreated to cabs so we could catch the last train out of Manhattan. The night ended in typical fashion with Jeigh Peayh and myself passing out in the living room in mid power hour. All in all pretty good night.
Jeigh Peayh:
Yea, so I think the boys got the gist of the night down for the most part. The no underwear thing was complicated. We were setting up the blog when I got out of the shower last night, so I only threw on jeans so I could run into POD's room for a sec, and that took longer than I thought, and so I forgot to go back and put some whities on.
I was pretty bored at B-side, and since I don't drink liquor after my incredible experience on the beaches of Wildwood, NJ (The cops are pretty cool there, so I was told), the special wasn't all that special to me.
Second on Second was a pretty cool joint, I thought. The minor scuffle that occurred was handled quite well by the bouncer- he was a pretty cool dude. About half the bouncers in New York are Cocknockers, and the other half are pretty cool. This guy was pretty cool, and didn't really give us a problem. The karaoke thing was pretty sweet, and the waitress definetly wanted all she could handle of this guy, which was pretty awesome. Like they said, the tab was a pain in the ass to handle, because people had left without paying and shit, which is a pain in the ass. The scam was that the waitress kept bringing beers and shit in, and of course no mention of the tab until we were about to leave, which had to be handled, which pissed off the birthday boy (always seems to happen on your birthday, being pissed I mean), and of course every girl was saying to me, "I didn't drink $45 dollars worth of booze" not taking into account that they had to pay the room fee as well. Needless to say it was alot of drama that was not made up for by the other cool things about this place. I'm glad I went to both of them just for the experience, but it will not become a part of my usual list of hangouts, which right now only consists of one:
Third and Long.
I had fun, though, and didn't come home sober.
B- Side : Thrill- Yes POD: Only with a big group Jeigh: No
2nd and 2nd: Thrill- No POD-No Jeigh-almost yes but no
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Greetings
Well hello there.
This is the first, of hopefully many posts from the three of us, The Thrill, POD, and Jeigh Peayh. We're three guys who like drinkin' and live and work in the Great City of New York. After going out to the same ten or twelve bars for the last year or so, we've decided to branch out. We're going to start hitting as many different bars as we can in the time allotted to us in NYC, and the morning after we hit a new place, we'll give a quick write up about it.
Rather than this being a total review page, though, we're also gonna give you a basic play-by-play of how the night unfolded, since we're all agreed that whether or not we like the bar has as much to do with what happens before we walk through the door as with the vibe of the place.
The three of us have been buddies for coming on twenty years, so we know each other pretty well, and have a similar sense of humor. That being said though, each of our experiences are almost guaranteed to be completely different.
Hopefully you'll enjoy this blog, and if you don't, go fuck yourself.
This is the first, of hopefully many posts from the three of us, The Thrill, POD, and Jeigh Peayh. We're three guys who like drinkin' and live and work in the Great City of New York. After going out to the same ten or twelve bars for the last year or so, we've decided to branch out. We're going to start hitting as many different bars as we can in the time allotted to us in NYC, and the morning after we hit a new place, we'll give a quick write up about it.
Rather than this being a total review page, though, we're also gonna give you a basic play-by-play of how the night unfolded, since we're all agreed that whether or not we like the bar has as much to do with what happens before we walk through the door as with the vibe of the place.
The three of us have been buddies for coming on twenty years, so we know each other pretty well, and have a similar sense of humor. That being said though, each of our experiences are almost guaranteed to be completely different.
Hopefully you'll enjoy this blog, and if you don't, go fuck yourself.
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