“vodka and coke,” she heard the man order through the chatter of the pub. She picked up her own glass and made her way through the crowd. The bustle was heavy and she wanted it to be louder still. There is so little time to just stop thinking.
And then she died. I was left drifting in on the waves of a sea of vodka. With red stains clouding my eyes. Sorting through her belongings in my house, the photographs, the plastic flowers, the panties, the pretty little christmas trinkets. I dealt with it by not crying. I went psychotic.
Vodka. A shot at life through a bottle gone within a night. Carried on through tradition of russia. Or france? Or is it swiss? Who really knows where Vodka came from. Why must we stereotype this with some eastern european country. All it is, is a bottle of distilled alcohol that impaires your ability to process thoughts and actions wisley. And makes for one hell of a night you can’t remember.
omar
Fine Pyccan dessert
or a fancy main dish must…
contain The Vodka!
Rama-Seito
i drank vodlka all day and then suddenly i started seeing everything in twos for the night and i met a group of people that were all twins but one of them was just one person, not sure if i was getting sober or there was only one of them
john
vodka was my first drink upon which i got drunk. I shared a bottle of grey goose with my best friend my junior year of high school while we were at a party. needless to say, grey goose/ vodka makes me do crazy things and I prefer whiskey to it any day.
Caroline
Vodka can get someone into a lot of trouble…yet is a lot of fun! I don’t enjoy drinking vodka. However, my wife LOVES vodka. Who knew that vodka was made from potatoes. Who knew that diet coke and vodka (potatoes) were sooooooo good together?!?!?! New menu for supper! :-)
Loren
It is very good for parties or for just getting rid of reality for a bit. Vodka goes with everything, dinner, sweets, meat, cooking and other things. too much vodka may kill you but if a little bit wont do too much bad.
Clear and cold, sweet like melting frost. The man in the fedora turned his wrist and smiled back the icy fire that breathed through his nostril. a tear rose in the corner of his eye and promptly froze as he brought his gloved hand to his face and turned into a sleety smear that torn down his cheek.
jerry
The sweet and tangy and sour and bitter and all tastes combined in one drink. It is not really pleasing, not really, but has a strange addictiveness, maybe because it’s clear so you feel like you’re drinking nothing.
I’ve never had enough to know,but i’m sure you’d get drunk.
Talia
She really is tryng to write. Something. Anything.
But nothing comes.
She stands up from the computer seat.
Maybe a shower will help. Maybe some vodka will help.
Yea, Vodka always helps.
The bottles were everywhere. Scattered across the carpet, some empty, some broken, cracked or toppled. My dad lay sprawled out on the couch, his shirt stained and his breath stunk of stale food and of course, vodka.
Breton
I found it smooth. An oxymoron in the pit of my belly as it burned and cooled while churning in my stomach acids.
Lisa
Terrible stuff yuck get ya in trouble. stay away ALthough its not bad with oj
Joanne
Ew. Is all I can say abut this mostrosity, it changes yourself for the worst for about twenty four hours of your life. Lets say you use this little buddy every weekend. Imagine how many times in your life you arent truly yourself and vodka controls your life. It makes you make stupid decisions, that the next day, you probably wont even remember, or worse you wont even remember cause you will be dead.
waoo..now thats the word. Sound fun but I dont drink vodka. For those who are running away from life. Not for me. Why would I care about vodka??????
Peeyush
vodka is bad for you. i don’t want to drink. i plan to never touch alcohol in my whole life. if i go to a party, i won’t drink because it is bad for your health. i think drinking is just asking to take your common sense away. i don’t like it when people drink. especially underage drinking. its not your time to drink. don’t drink. it causes a lot of problems for people. vodka is a clear substance. it smells bad and it makes you do things that you usually wouldn’t do. its really really dangerous. try not to drink because its not good.
mehak
Boris liked the taste of cool vodka. Especially in the mornings of cold mother Russia. That were the days of the Soviet Union. Boris was lonely, but still alive. Working hard for the love of god in those god-forsaken days. Boris had many ambitions but was afraid to follow them. He wasn’t alone in that time. We were all afraid. Trust me.
Juho
There used to be so many kinds, I just remember Absolut and Smirnoff and the nasty cheap Warsaw kind they used for bottom shelf cocktails that people joked about and you could almost tell the type who would order a particular brand, it was more a girly drink but the boss drank it, with tonic and a perfectly crafted twist, holding his glass high to drink, eyes a bit popping, rocking and licking his lips a lot the way he did when he was on the coke. Beautiful, tall lesbian girls wearing leather holsters that held the bottles sold ‘slammers’ in the garden the shots glasses in little loops on the straps across their chests where bullets would be stowed, sexy and mesmerising, they sure cleaned up.
geraldine
Eww! I can’t think of any personal memories I have connecting to vodka – never drank it & never want to. It’s fun to say with a Russian accent, however. Vodka. Vodka. See – that sounds silly with a Russian accent.
i like this drink. it makes the fairies dance around not just in my brain, but in the room in the mental asylem which i am currently a resident. although the cannabis does this too, so vodka does nothing that special, apart from making me feel like Smarl, the fire breathing dragon of Floridor
Jacob Loveman
vodka, devil’s juice. my best friend in a murky motel bathtub in slate-colored boat shoes. neither his crystal liquid nor his emerald smoky lungs will enhance what he is, what his mind holds, the truth.
He downed the shot of vodka in less than a second, then laid down his glass. Suddenly, a punch to the side of the head by another poor drunkard sent him reeling and angry, headfirst into a fight. Suddenly, seven young men were upon him, beating him mercilessly until he quickly exited the restaurant, leaving a blood handprint on the door.
Shouldn’t have been drinking in McDonald’s, anyway.
Anonymous
He had fought in the first world war. The bodies of children, men and woman strewn about like gray lifeless hay.
To me, vodka represents intensity. My dad is a red wine person, my mom champagne… but vodka is for those who love to drown their sorrows and insecurities in a glass of smoldering fire, as if to ignite all their fears and watch them burn, withering away.
Vodka is a alcholic drink. It is used to have good time or just let loose. But sometimes it is used to drown your sorrows and your pain. It helps so you dont have to feel anything anymore.
Cheyanna
She drank and drank. Vodka filled her blood, her soul, her skin. She showered with it. She couldn’t stand anything anymore. Vodka was her only friend, her soul mate.
She went along in the morning, with her normal routines. Then it would be night and the vodka would come out…
Lam
Well today I saw a video about the art of vodka and these guys were drinking the vodka in funky ways. I don’t know why they would do that. I don’t like vodka or any alcoholic drink to be exact. It’s very bad for one’s body and it should not be aloud for youngsters to drink. It’s a very bad thing. I don’t even know why it was invented. I will never drink alcohol in my entire life.
I’ve had vodka twice. The first time it was raspberry, so I liked it. Drank it straight. The second time it was a shot of regular straight vodka. It tasted like rubbing alcohol. I’d rather drink something fruity.
anyhoo
vodka a drink that comes with age
maturity which i have
but not quite
im hidden like a mask
masked from the world and each time
i take it off
im flooded with emotion
experience
not always for the good
not good for the now
im worried
my worries fall over me
cascading over every inch of me
did i share too much?
do you still know me? like me?
I hate vodka. I’m scared by it. I’m afraid if I drink it, I’ll turn into a desperate alcoholic. I hate vodka for turning me into a coward. That is why I hate vodka.
Disgusting. I would drink the cheapest vodka I could find. It got me really drunk, and I did stupid things. I never want to hear the word nikof again. YUK! I am an alcoholic, and I do not drink this stuff anymore. I don’t know what else to say about that. yeah…. so any ways vodka is vodka. screwdriver.
Liz
that bad taste in your mouth after a night out, the burning as it goes down your throat and touches your lungs. the memories/lack of, the dancing, the laughs, the friends, the toilet talks, the stumbling home and the lack of feeling nothing but love and appreciation for whats around you. the bad taste becomes good faded memories.
pagey
Vodka, fuck you. so many nights you have ruined and friendships destroyed. but, i did have some good memmories along the way as well. the lesbians come to mind when i see this word. always drinking some lame cheap vodka. i was craving vodka last night..does this make me an alcoholic? i hope not. vodka is for old people. i want a beer. its 11 am. wtf.
hungover with an adventure fuzzily remembered the night before. Something about Russians comes to mind and I can’t explain if I want to go there or just meet someone from there. Why do I want to? I don’t know maybe it’s just the mystery of a new place. A new country would be excellent to go visit. I want to go.
I do not like alcohol, it is not good for my health.
“I liked vodka,” she said, as her convalescent figure sunk into the white sheets. Her life gone by glittered in her eyes.
“vodka and coke,” she heard the man order through the chatter of the pub. She picked up her own glass and made her way through the crowd. The bustle was heavy and she wanted it to be louder still. There is so little time to just stop thinking.
And then she died. I was left drifting in on the waves of a sea of vodka. With red stains clouding my eyes. Sorting through her belongings in my house, the photographs, the plastic flowers, the panties, the pretty little christmas trinkets. I dealt with it by not crying. I went psychotic.
Vodka. A shot at life through a bottle gone within a night. Carried on through tradition of russia. Or france? Or is it swiss? Who really knows where Vodka came from. Why must we stereotype this with some eastern european country. All it is, is a bottle of distilled alcohol that impaires your ability to process thoughts and actions wisley. And makes for one hell of a night you can’t remember.
Fine Pyccan dessert
or a fancy main dish must…
contain The Vodka!
i drank vodlka all day and then suddenly i started seeing everything in twos for the night and i met a group of people that were all twins but one of them was just one person, not sure if i was getting sober or there was only one of them
vodka was my first drink upon which i got drunk. I shared a bottle of grey goose with my best friend my junior year of high school while we were at a party. needless to say, grey goose/ vodka makes me do crazy things and I prefer whiskey to it any day.
Vodka can get someone into a lot of trouble…yet is a lot of fun! I don’t enjoy drinking vodka. However, my wife LOVES vodka. Who knew that vodka was made from potatoes. Who knew that diet coke and vodka (potatoes) were sooooooo good together?!?!?! New menu for supper! :-)
It is very good for parties or for just getting rid of reality for a bit. Vodka goes with everything, dinner, sweets, meat, cooking and other things. too much vodka may kill you but if a little bit wont do too much bad.
Clear and cold, sweet like melting frost. The man in the fedora turned his wrist and smiled back the icy fire that breathed through his nostril. a tear rose in the corner of his eye and promptly froze as he brought his gloved hand to his face and turned into a sleety smear that torn down his cheek.
The sweet and tangy and sour and bitter and all tastes combined in one drink. It is not really pleasing, not really, but has a strange addictiveness, maybe because it’s clear so you feel like you’re drinking nothing.
I’ve never had enough to know,but i’m sure you’d get drunk.
She really is tryng to write. Something. Anything.
But nothing comes.
She stands up from the computer seat.
Maybe a shower will help. Maybe some vodka will help.
Yea, Vodka always helps.
The bottles were everywhere. Scattered across the carpet, some empty, some broken, cracked or toppled. My dad lay sprawled out on the couch, his shirt stained and his breath stunk of stale food and of course, vodka.
I found it smooth. An oxymoron in the pit of my belly as it burned and cooled while churning in my stomach acids.
Terrible stuff yuck get ya in trouble. stay away ALthough its not bad with oj
Ew. Is all I can say abut this mostrosity, it changes yourself for the worst for about twenty four hours of your life. Lets say you use this little buddy every weekend. Imagine how many times in your life you arent truly yourself and vodka controls your life. It makes you make stupid decisions, that the next day, you probably wont even remember, or worse you wont even remember cause you will be dead.
waoo..now thats the word. Sound fun but I dont drink vodka. For those who are running away from life. Not for me. Why would I care about vodka??????
vodka is bad for you. i don’t want to drink. i plan to never touch alcohol in my whole life. if i go to a party, i won’t drink because it is bad for your health. i think drinking is just asking to take your common sense away. i don’t like it when people drink. especially underage drinking. its not your time to drink. don’t drink. it causes a lot of problems for people. vodka is a clear substance. it smells bad and it makes you do things that you usually wouldn’t do. its really really dangerous. try not to drink because its not good.
Boris liked the taste of cool vodka. Especially in the mornings of cold mother Russia. That were the days of the Soviet Union. Boris was lonely, but still alive. Working hard for the love of god in those god-forsaken days. Boris had many ambitions but was afraid to follow them. He wasn’t alone in that time. We were all afraid. Trust me.
There used to be so many kinds, I just remember Absolut and Smirnoff and the nasty cheap Warsaw kind they used for bottom shelf cocktails that people joked about and you could almost tell the type who would order a particular brand, it was more a girly drink but the boss drank it, with tonic and a perfectly crafted twist, holding his glass high to drink, eyes a bit popping, rocking and licking his lips a lot the way he did when he was on the coke. Beautiful, tall lesbian girls wearing leather holsters that held the bottles sold ‘slammers’ in the garden the shots glasses in little loops on the straps across their chests where bullets would be stowed, sexy and mesmerising, they sure cleaned up.
Eww! I can’t think of any personal memories I have connecting to vodka – never drank it & never want to. It’s fun to say with a Russian accent, however. Vodka. Vodka. See – that sounds silly with a Russian accent.
vodka is gross.
i like this drink. it makes the fairies dance around not just in my brain, but in the room in the mental asylem which i am currently a resident. although the cannabis does this too, so vodka does nothing that special, apart from making me feel like Smarl, the fire breathing dragon of Floridor
vodka, devil’s juice. my best friend in a murky motel bathtub in slate-colored boat shoes. neither his crystal liquid nor his emerald smoky lungs will enhance what he is, what his mind holds, the truth.
He downed the shot of vodka in less than a second, then laid down his glass. Suddenly, a punch to the side of the head by another poor drunkard sent him reeling and angry, headfirst into a fight. Suddenly, seven young men were upon him, beating him mercilessly until he quickly exited the restaurant, leaving a blood handprint on the door.
Shouldn’t have been drinking in McDonald’s, anyway.
He had fought in the first world war. The bodies of children, men and woman strewn about like gray lifeless hay.
To me, vodka represents intensity. My dad is a red wine person, my mom champagne… but vodka is for those who love to drown their sorrows and insecurities in a glass of smoldering fire, as if to ignite all their fears and watch them burn, withering away.
Vodka is a alcholic drink. It is used to have good time or just let loose. But sometimes it is used to drown your sorrows and your pain. It helps so you dont have to feel anything anymore.
She drank and drank. Vodka filled her blood, her soul, her skin. She showered with it. She couldn’t stand anything anymore. Vodka was her only friend, her soul mate.
She went along in the morning, with her normal routines. Then it would be night and the vodka would come out…
Well today I saw a video about the art of vodka and these guys were drinking the vodka in funky ways. I don’t know why they would do that. I don’t like vodka or any alcoholic drink to be exact. It’s very bad for one’s body and it should not be aloud for youngsters to drink. It’s a very bad thing. I don’t even know why it was invented. I will never drink alcohol in my entire life.
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I’ve had vodka twice. The first time it was raspberry, so I liked it. Drank it straight. The second time it was a shot of regular straight vodka. It tasted like rubbing alcohol. I’d rather drink something fruity.
Vodka was yesterdays word
anyhoo
vodka a drink that comes with age
maturity which i have
but not quite
im hidden like a mask
masked from the world and each time
i take it off
im flooded with emotion
experience
not always for the good
not good for the now
im worried
my worries fall over me
cascading over every inch of me
did i share too much?
do you still know me? like me?
just drink it and feel it. There is nothing that words can express about this word.
I hate vodka. I’m scared by it. I’m afraid if I drink it, I’ll turn into a desperate alcoholic. I hate vodka for turning me into a coward. That is why I hate vodka.
Disgusting. I would drink the cheapest vodka I could find. It got me really drunk, and I did stupid things. I never want to hear the word nikof again. YUK! I am an alcoholic, and I do not drink this stuff anymore. I don’t know what else to say about that. yeah…. so any ways vodka is vodka. screwdriver.
that bad taste in your mouth after a night out, the burning as it goes down your throat and touches your lungs. the memories/lack of, the dancing, the laughs, the friends, the toilet talks, the stumbling home and the lack of feeling nothing but love and appreciation for whats around you. the bad taste becomes good faded memories.
Vodka, fuck you. so many nights you have ruined and friendships destroyed. but, i did have some good memmories along the way as well. the lesbians come to mind when i see this word. always drinking some lame cheap vodka. i was craving vodka last night..does this make me an alcoholic? i hope not. vodka is for old people. i want a beer. its 11 am. wtf.
hungover with an adventure fuzzily remembered the night before. Something about Russians comes to mind and I can’t explain if I want to go there or just meet someone from there. Why do I want to? I don’t know maybe it’s just the mystery of a new place. A new country would be excellent to go visit. I want to go.