When in Berlin…
…Enjoy a tasty Berliner
Support our troops indeed.
Me: I’m quite secure in my sexuality.
Also me, after 11 vodkas:
11 vodkas is… a lot of vodkas.
If we are talking shots (and I am), then that’s 45*11 about 500ml of vodka. Back in my drinking days (I’ve been sober for almost 2 years) that was “A solid start.” And if I got that deep, I was sure to finish the rest of the 750 ml bottle just for the fuck of it, and probably have some sambuca or jungle juice, to finish up, and I probably would have started with at least two pints of beer. By then it would be kebab-o’clock.
Good to hear those days are over.
It’s hard enough for me to beat my “3 beers after work” addiction.
Like “almost a whole fifth” lot of vodka.
Well if 11 vodkas is almost 1/5 of vodka, then 12 vodkas must be 1/5 of vodka, so I can only assume that 60 vodkas is 1 vodka
So one vodka is actually a gallon of vodka, that dude would be dead is he drank 11 vodkas /s
It’s fine, it’s less in metric
Comrades of Dorothy
I snort-laughed.
That is so clever and witty! Thanks for cracking me up during my insomnia hours.
Just two men, celebrating each other’s strength.
It’s not gay when you’re underway!
Its not gay when you beat up nazis!
Man sugars
I love being reminded that even things we don’t think of as cultural practices, like kissing or holding hands, are still culturally mediated.
When the Soviets and the Americans reached each other, that meant that there were no more Nazis left in between and if I were in that situation I think I would be kissing anyone and everyone.
Yes, yes, totally. Only unknowing common people where left, that may or may not wondered why it was raining ashes
They wouldn’t be shooting at you, which is a big deal.
Except for Nazis, of course.
