
I'm broke, you're broke, we're all broke. Even the smug guy on the balcony with the croissant hasn't got two AmEx gold cards to rub together these days. Tell everybody your schemes to save cash.
( , Thu 10 Nov 2011, 18:09)
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When you get home at 5am after a serious night of misbehaviour and mayhem, and you're so cunted that even your DNA is inebriated, you've flung yourself at the bed, and are just laying there, kinda hanging onto the edges as it whizzes around in ever-diminishing circles...do you spend the rest of eternity fumbling around with the fucking laces, or do you simply unzip your (non)combat boots?
And no, falling asleep with boots on is not an option - that is some low-rent shit.
( , Sun 13 Nov 2011, 13:22, 4 replies)

Take the scissors to the laces, obviously.
( , Sun 13 Nov 2011, 13:41, closed)

she said sarcastically.
Here's another idea for saving money though - how about, right, not getting that drunk.
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( , Sun 13 Nov 2011, 17:35, closed)

and if anyone got themselves into that (frankly shocking)state, then I suspect that more drugs than just alcohol might be at play.
( , Sun 13 Nov 2011, 23:51, closed)

I've never taken drugs (except pot) and I haven't had the bed spins for years, but I'm not going to bitterly begrudge anyone else this right of passage.
But if the kiddies next door don't turn their stereo off at the stroke of midnight, I'm totally calling the rozzers. Fuck 'em.
( , Mon 14 Nov 2011, 1:48, closed)

Loop the laces around the ankles and tie them in front, just tight enough that they don't slop around on your feet but will slip off.
Then when you come home pissed just lie on the sofa or bed and get your enabling other to pull them off.
( , Sun 13 Nov 2011, 19:27, closed)
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