007 [video] [back-dated to the morning of 1/1]
Oh. Ohhh boy. Woah.
[There is a blur of movement. Whomever is operating the NV isn't even going forward at the moment, and the feed still sways back and forth. It's like an infant trying to walk in first person. Different things are caught on camera, but they don't stay in focus for long until the person gain their footing again. The few things that can be identified are white tiles, a green floor mat, and the tip of a sneaker.
This, ladies and gents, is the bathroom of Pickles the Drummer. It might surprise those who know him--or have seen him before--how clean it is, despite his exterior and mannerisms. What won't surprise anyone is that Pickles is drunker than a skunk that sprays Jäger instead of thiols. The culprit is the tub (also spotless, tyvm B|), which is plugged and filled with amber liquid. When he talks, his words slur and fall against each other like dominoes--it's a wonder how he even remembered how to get his phone to record this experience.]
Am I the only one that fuckin' sees this? I've never tripped balls like this, before. But I think. I mighta had more than I thought I did. I only drank like, 'bout a...maybe two inches out of this? An' I'm a lot drunker than I should be. I don't even know, where the fuck this is, right now. S' too cool to be here, y'know.
I need to sit down. [He doesn't, and about six seconds later...] Eeeenh. I need t'sit down. ['Sitting down' equating to folding onto the ground next to his drinkj/bathtub. He drops his phone on the floor and continues to mutter while the camera feed still runs.] Guess this is what those Mayan douche bags were talkin' 'bout when they were all, "All you guys are gonna die in two-hundred thousand years from now. We said it first. That's what's gonna happen, nnhfuck you."
[Another random beat.] First the rivers run red with booze. Then dead people will come outta the ground. Then there'll be fireballs. From the sky. Hundreds of zombie people on the street. Burned t'acrisp. Dead. ...Fuckin' awesome.
Least I'll be shitfaced whennit happens.
[There is a blur of movement. Whomever is operating the NV isn't even going forward at the moment, and the feed still sways back and forth. It's like an infant trying to walk in first person. Different things are caught on camera, but they don't stay in focus for long until the person gain their footing again. The few things that can be identified are white tiles, a green floor mat, and the tip of a sneaker.
This, ladies and gents, is the bathroom of Pickles the Drummer. It might surprise those who know him--or have seen him before--how clean it is, despite his exterior and mannerisms. What won't surprise anyone is that Pickles is drunker than a skunk that sprays Jäger instead of thiols. The culprit is the tub (also spotless, tyvm B|), which is plugged and filled with amber liquid. When he talks, his words slur and fall against each other like dominoes--it's a wonder how he even remembered how to get his phone to record this experience.]
Am I the only one that fuckin' sees this? I've never tripped balls like this, before. But I think. I mighta had more than I thought I did. I only drank like, 'bout a...maybe two inches out of this? An' I'm a lot drunker than I should be. I don't even know, where the fuck this is, right now. S' too cool to be here, y'know.
I need to sit down. [He doesn't, and about six seconds later...] Eeeenh. I need t'sit down. ['Sitting down' equating to folding onto the ground next to his drinkj/bathtub. He drops his phone on the floor and continues to mutter while the camera feed still runs.] Guess this is what those Mayan douche bags were talkin' 'bout when they were all, "All you guys are gonna die in two-hundred thousand years from now. We said it first. That's what's gonna happen, nnhfuck you."
[Another random beat.] First the rivers run red with booze. Then dead people will come outta the ground. Then there'll be fireballs. From the sky. Hundreds of zombie people on the street. Burned t'acrisp. Dead. ...Fuckin' awesome.
Least I'll be shitfaced whennit happens.