Getting Trashed
As in:
1) "Hey guys, let's get trashed this Saturday in the City."
2) "Man I was really trashed, in fact I'm still feeling pretty crappy."
Not as in:
1) "Please take out the trash, as Friday is our garbage day."
2) "Our last tenants really trashed the place, so we're going to have to take a lot out of the deposit for repairs and beautification."
To recap:
"I forgot to take out the trash (wrong) this morning because I got trashed (correct) last night."
This is a unique instance where I must forgo slapping College Freshmen. Instead I must slap myself and my other 20-30something friends for continuing to get trashed despite their age, job description, and purported maturity.
Auto-slap to the back of my aching head.
Please minimize any jostling we may experience on this trip back home.
1) "Hey guys, let's get trashed this Saturday in the City."
2) "Man I was really trashed, in fact I'm still feeling pretty crappy."
Not as in:
1) "Please take out the trash, as Friday is our garbage day."
2) "Our last tenants really trashed the place, so we're going to have to take a lot out of the deposit for repairs and beautification."
To recap:
"I forgot to take out the trash (wrong) this morning because I got trashed (correct) last night."
This is a unique instance where I must forgo slapping College Freshmen. Instead I must slap myself and my other 20-30something friends for continuing to get trashed despite their age, job description, and purported maturity.
Auto-slap to the back of my aching head.
Please minimize any jostling we may experience on this trip back home.
posted by Charon at 1:22 AM
1 Comments:
I, for one, never “get trashed.” However, I do, on occasion, take out the trash, as I did this afternoon, when my parents were away at work and I felt like doing something constructive for them. I never get trashed for the same reason you, Odwalla, can’t get high—while I may have all the tools at my disposal, and the so-called substance of abuse is sitting right in front of me, the final task, putting the liquor to the tip of my tongue and, ultimately, imbibing, is too much for me, a God-fearing Man, to handle. That is why I don’t get trashed—not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t.
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