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Wasted Time

Since having one blog is so five minutes ago, I now have a side-project. Notice the new button on the right hand side. Along with other like-minded and thirsty folk, I am part of the crew that posts at Wasted Time. While drinking and blogging isn’t exactly new (Al Gore invented it in the early nineties), Wasted Time is a community blog created exclusively for such a purpose. Because when you’re drunk, you’ve gotta tell someone about it. Because when you’re drunk, the doors of perception are thrown wide open. Because when you’re drunk, you can’t spell worth a good goddamn and that’s fucking funny.

Nowhere else on the web will you find nuggets of wisdom like, “Vodka, in my mind anyway, is prized for it’s translucnet qualities.” Or, “this mango flavoured something or other is really good.” Or, “Sweet Jebus cheese and crackers are delicious.” Or, “I made plans to go surfin’ in Tofino with someone, but now I don’t remember who that was.”

Check it out.

Wasted Time: It’s the new drunk dialing.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You should have hooked me up to this blog while I was in Cancun.

That would have been hilarious.

(Although, I happpen to spell PERFECTLY even while drunk. It's a gift, I know.)
Anonymous said…
Of course, when she's sober, she's all about the typos. ;)

I think this is one of your best ideas yet, Dave.

Usually how these things work is that Dave gets an idea and just tosses it out there on a lark, and like a hungry dog I sink my teeth into it and shake it all over the place before I stop, breathe, and then look at Dave for approval.

Nine times out of ten my zeal is met with a gentle shaking of the head from Dave.

But once in a while...
My unbridled enthusiasm is given the nod of approval, and off we go!

This will be the next big thing.
You'll see.

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