I found a pretty funny website... http://www.brunching.com/toys/drugslanger.html
You enter in a web address and it will 'translate' all the slang words for drugs into the ACTUAL names of drugs in it! Puts a real new spin on the most common everyday post...for example...
"Just goes to show the difference between home in Bryan and my *sniff* home here; in Bryan I was bored and moody so I guess I kind of found solace in bitching to the computer, because she actually cares about MY feelings..."
...translates to...
"Just goes to show the difference between home in Bryan and my *inhale cocaine* home here; in Bryan I was bored and moody so I guess I marijuana of found solace in bitching to the computer, because cocaine actually cares about MY feelings..."
go to http://www.brunching.com/toys/drugslanger.html and load up a page! Patrick's post about a concert he went to works GREAT!

A short narrative about the insanely fun party I had the pleasure of attending last saturday:
Every semester, my friend Luke's people throw a party in Austin entitled "The 40-40". The 40-40 consists of a bunch of white guys getting together and drinking, you guessed it, 40 oz bottles of malt liquor. The game goes like this: get drunk on regular drinks, and then when midnight rolls around, everybody scrambles to get one of the 40's. Sound like fun? IT IS.
So I was cordially invited to attend the 4th semi-annual 40-40. Now if im correct, this started out as a small get together with a few friends, and truly forty 40 oz's. This year there happened to be 72. The fridge they were kept in...what a site it was. The entire thing had been stripped of all trays, cabinets and anything else to make it into one big cooler. The fortys were laid on their side with the bottom facing out of the fridge in about 7-8 nice little columns about 15-20 forties high, and arranged according to bottle color (Schlitz, Mickey's, OE). When the lights were cut and the fridge opened, it was the most overly dramatic shrine to alcohol I had ever seen; the light from the fridge illuminated the bottles to resemble some sort of massive jewel, it was really like when you see a cartoon open a treasure chest and these multicolored lights just radiate from within...truly a spectacular sight.
Apparently, something has made this party LEGENDARY over the course of two years. I thought it was to be a small exclusive members-only type thing, but by word of mouth alone there were easily 300 people at the same party this year, all going in and out of this third floor apartment, mainly hanging out on the balcony. The keg was floated in an hour, and both big gas cans of everclear and punch were empty. It was insane. I can't believe the balconies of this complex were able to support the literally TONS of people there.
Out of this huge mass of people I managed to run into the bassist from a band I used to be in when I was probably 14; small world eh? I saw a few other people I knew, but really me and the other people I came with from SWT were kind of in a league of our own. It felt good. I ended up buddying up with a girl from St. Edwards who I had very briefly met before, so we kept each other company and danced the night away. She was really cool and I much preferred hanging out with her over wandering around drunk.
At one point of my drunken wandering I was outside when I began to hear a commotion. I glanced at my watch...t-minus two minutes til midnight! Now do the math here, 72 forties divided between 300 rabid people = MAJOR PROBLEMS. I made my way through the now almost riotous crowd of people towards the door. The crowd was absolutely ridiculous. I squeezed my way through the door and, sticking to the over-dramatic style, the theme from 2001 is playing at full volume while the fridge is being opened. What an otherworldly experience... Now I realise, the drinks will be gone in less than a minute, so I begin literally FIGHITNG my way through this PACKED, crowd. I can't emphasise enough how crowded it was. Somehow I managed to get close enough that Luke, who was crouched almost inside the fridge, was able to hand me a forty. In a moment of shear valliance, I relequished this bottle of amber ambrosia to Becky who was a few feet behind me. So I then dove back into the crowd...and I literally mean DOVE. The people were packed SO TIGHT, that I ended up horizontal, and, for a split second, suspended in mid-air between knees and stomachs and arms etc etc. When I fell to the ground I was right at the fridge. Again Luke sees me and hands me another drink. Success.
Now do you remember hearing about kids dying at concerts because overly enthusiastic fans end up trampling somebody who had fallen perhaps? Well I had never really understood that, but suddenly, those memories began to creep into my head. Next thing I know there are people walking all over me, while I am sprawled out on the ground being kicked and trampled upon...all in the name of Schlitz. It was getting hairy but I couldnt do a thing about. Luckily, Luke noticed the madness and began hitting people to get them off of me. I got up, battered and bruised, and proceeded to shout something about how bad ass we are from SWT. ALL WAS GOOD, and I had my forty.
The night continued to be fun, and then the unthinkable happened...the cops come. Becky however was sober enough to take me by the hand and basically keep me safe while we tried to figure out what to do. We drove around a while looking for my friends, and finally we found them. They thought I had been hauled off, but once we reunited we all headed home to the dorms.
Final body count: An unthinkable amount of alcohol, alot of greasy food from the Kettle, and a mattress that somehow made it's way from a third floor bedroom into the pool. All of us though, a-ok.
Here's to the folks who put this shindig together...you all are true visionaries.