So I'm sitting out here in the middle of what should actually be El Paso, listening to Cephalectomy, and I'm trying to think of how not to make this a

Screw it. I'm just not good at making topics any more. Maybe this kinda stuff just lost relevancy when I found SA? Rrrrr....probably gonna get fat soon again too.

So all day long I keep getting this laser shined on my hand, and he won't stop it either.

What I'm getting at is that I'd like to know what Lidocane mixed with nail polish and Brasso will do to someone when injected intravenously.
Maybe.

Real question for everyone: I feel that pervasive sense of nihilism that I thought I kicked when I started drinking creeping back into my life. How does one avoid this?

Stop drinking.


EDIT: Funny thing is, I read the whole post except the last paragraph. Then I replied "Stop drinking", and read the last paragraph. Can't say I want to change my verdict though.

What I'm getting at is that I'd like to know what Lidocane mixed with nail polish and Brasso will do to someone when injected intravenously.
Maybe.

I can tell you that if you pour a bottle of Brasso through a 3-inch thick slab of bread, all the silvery shit gets filtered out in the bread, and what you collect in the glass beneath is a sort of raw ethanol type libation, which will, if you don't spew immediately, make you very drunk. Almost certainly kill you if you do it often I would think.
Fortunately my teenage 'let's get wrecked on household cleaning products' phase is far behind me. Don't think any of us ever tried injecting it, but one of my flatmates was keen on injecting vodka. He is now dead though.

Isopropyl Alcohol would kill your liver faster than a Harold Shipman in an old people's home.

ITT: People who have never experience poteen. Come to Ireland, I can get you hammered with one shot! Eh but give me notice of a few full moons so I can ferment the potatoes properly. And be prepared to drink something which tastes and smells like petrol.

My Darwin sense is tingling

ITT: People who have never experience poteen. Come to Ireland, I can get you hammered with one shot! Eh but give me notice of a few full moons so I can ferment the potatoes properly. And be prepared to drink something which tastes and smells like petrol.

I know that stuff! Roooooooooough. Anything made by a Russian babushka is also death in a bottle (or jam jar, as we smuggled it back). I was temporarily blinded by it and couldn't see properly for about 20 minutes.

But Isopropyl is 99.0% and would actually kill you.

My wife is Slovakian and her family distill their own slivovitz. It will kill you almost as quickly as isopropynol.

My brother in tasmania has a wee backwoods still where he makes Grappa.

I do not have a still because it would be illegal, and I wouldn't do anything illegal. Not even with one of those nifty compact Finnish tabletop stills. No sir.

But seriously, don't try the Brasso trick. You might die. or spew massively at best. If memory serves.

Don't try the Brasso trick. You might die. or spew massively at best. If memory serves.

Which it won't if you try the Brasso trick.

I know that stuff! Roooooooooough.

I had 85% Poitín, my friend's "dad" (one of her "dads" as she put it) made it for her birthday, it was strawberry flavour which meant that he had basically rotted some strawberries into it for a while. That stuff was a lot easier to drink than the fucking petrol which wasn't flavoured. Seriously, I had to go and get sick when I smelled it after the first time I drank it. It's like vodka's pervy uncle coming to fuck you orally (and nasally, terrifyingly).

Anything made by a Russian babushka is also death in a bottle (or jam jar, as we smuggled it back). I was temporarily blinded by it and couldn't see properly for about 20 minutes.

Ahhhh, you've got me there. I have to concede defeat to a country far superior to my own on the drinking front. Russia is superior to Ireland in terms of alcohol consumption, and that's coming from an Irishian.

Interesting, but while I still have half a bottle of Crown, I do not intend on getting fucked up on Brasso.

Mayhaps I just need another shawty?

edit:perhaps not. Jealousy is a bitch tho.

My wife is Slovakian and her family distill their own slivovitz. It will kill you almost as quickly as isopropynol.

Hahaha that's brilliant! I'm going to set that as my wallpaper.

While on the subject of slivovitz:

Indian yoga:


Slovakian yoga:

There are too many bugs outside to be sleeping like that.

edit: By the way, buy Carcass' entire discography if you haven't already. Necrotiscism: Descanting the Insalubrious is a brilliant album.