Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

The Uncle Drinky Scale of Interwebs Affection (tm):

a) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky doesn't even know; he still loves you.
b) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows marginally only via the interwebs; he loves you.
c) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows well via the interwebs; he really loves you.
d) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky knows in real life; he loves y'all so much.
e) Those of you whom Uncle Drinky has known in real life for a while and is dear friends with; his love, it is nigh-unto boundless.

f) Those of you who know damn well who Uncle Drinky is talking about, those of you that know Uncle Drinky, and he knows you, and we're like a fucking box of Peeps, with our sides all melted together so that we're practically one big slab of squishy sugar?

Well, Uncle Drinky loves the living hell fuck shit piss ass out of you.

And he means that in the best possible way.

Seriously.

Hell yeah.

"This song goes out to all you modern day troubadours out there....and I think I know who you are." -- "Alienation's For The Rich" - TMBG

I never drink wine or champagne, so I didn't realize just how drinky an entire bottle of Andre Strawberry Sparkline Wine would make me.

Whee. Time for pizza.

I love my friends.


Seeing Kate and Staci and Kaia and Maddy for dinner tonight.
See Sarah and Chuck Dawg tomorrow night so they can see Doctor Who 2006 Christmas Special--The Runaway Bride--before the new season starts.

My friends are awesometacular. Plus some biscuits.

b

(A) Chartreuse makes a man mean,
B) Also, bless you 1991.

benjamin
I'll sleep when H.K. is out of movies (which is not likely to happen soon...look here for better photo context)

1) For god's sake, quit saying "KILL YOUR TELEVISION" and help people learn when to turn it on and when to turn it off. The glass teat (Thanks, Uncle Harlan) isn't the problem, damn it.

2) When I die, you fuckers better have a party that I'D WANT TO BE AT! Dancing. Music. Booze. Awesomeness. I should put all of that in my will. That if you don't plan this party, nobody gets anything of mine and nobody gets to desecrate my corpse.

3) I have a headache.

4) Jesus, people have actually started calling me "Uncle Drinky" in Real Life(tm). I don't even drink THAT much. I don't think. So, apart from "Mr. 'chilada" (thanks man_size and froborr_dwiggy) what other nicknames have been generated for me on The Interwebs? What nicknames should be generated? Why do I love all of you so much?

5) Tell me something awesome. Make my soul be all "ROCKSTAR!" and shit.

6) Be here now. Motherfucker.

b
Who is not drunk, shut up.

I swear, my face is not as swollen as it looks in this picture. Seriously, what the hell?