Yesterday was my first solo drive ever. And it was to the beer store to pick up a plank of 50, in my brother's pickup, wearing a home-made Wonder Woman singlet, Uggs, 30 visible blackfly bites, unwashed hair, and a miniskirt. I considered it a beautiful synthesis of hoser and bogan; indeed, possibly the creation of a new subspecies of easy livers: the Great Northern Ontario She-Bogan.
I'll let you know how my classy new lifestyle goes.
i need photos.
RispondiEliminaer, wtf is a plank of fifty?
RispondiEliminaDavid Sedaris in the New Yorker:
RispondiElimina"Then, too, spend that much time on a plane and you’re entitled to a whole new world when you step off at the other end—the planet Mercury, say, or, at the very least, Mexico City. For an American, though, Australia seems pretty familiar: same wide streets, same office towers. It’s Canada in a thong, or that’s the initial impression."
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/08/24/090824fa_fact_sedaris
atta girl. welcome home!! enjoy the 50.
RispondiEliminaJust keep checking Failblog, Noodles.
RispondiEliminaRocky, a plank of 50 is a plank-shaped unit of 24 cans of a sort of beer called 50.
I did, Lady, whilst re-insulating and siding a friend's house. In a miniskirt. Yay!
ok then. can you ship one to me now?
RispondiEliminaI'm just managing solo drives to the beer store, Illinois is out of the question.
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