I think that vodka is an interesting sort of drink, but where did it get it’s name? I mean it almost sounds like someones random idea, “Lets call it…. um……. VODKA! Yes that is perfect!” And thats how the name Vodka came along :)
The first drink I’ve ever had. I only had one shot. It was on Cinco de Mayo with a few friends. I’m very lucky to have wonderful friends who I can trust and depend on. Although the shot didn’t do anything I am happy I had my friends with me. They are wonderful people.
You leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Addictive like a numbing alcohol — vodka — that burns and refreshes my mind. Forgetting you is never enough. I welcome feeling nothing as I think of how you loved me — didn’t love me.
vodka is some ish, i drink it with every thing especially fruity drinks. make you say stupid shit later though. vodka and milk not that nice, what were the russians thinking? vodka and tang, yummy. really what more can what say about vodka, it’s the next best thing to white rum. love that vodka, favourite brands absolut and smirnuff (especially those fruity one) i’m a girl so I love fruity blah that’s it.
Sweet Pink Pill
The night came back to him, a thick haze of sweaty kisses and clumsy touches. Her stale-sweet breath and his shaky palms; she stumbling into his arms, as if by accident.
light i ton fire and throw it as an outer destruction, swallow down as self-destruction, and make it to keep your parents proud.
Sophia
You’ve become my best friend and my enemy. You are a vice, you are perfect and I want to be just like you. Intoxicating, debilitating, liberating. Everything about you has contributed to my insanity and I love every minute of it. Nothing in moderation. Moderation is for the careful, the weak. I thoroughly enjoy the roller coaster you take me on, and I am suddenly no longer afraid of heights.
Elise
It was a long jack knife on a long Jim night. Swore the fellow’d never be the same. One eye flayed, one foot in the grave.Swore the fellow’s gonna be alright.
hard still vodka with its poison scent and placid face, it has a poker face, its hand will trump yours no matter what cards you got because you’ll make the wrong decision.
i do not think that we should fall into such depths as to be deadly enough to result with vodka. what kind of failures in our life will lead to us making deadly decisions. sad.
dani Kay
Vodka is only for alcohol not for innocent little adolocents that is to young to drink. In fact why have vodka or acholohol at all? Isn’t it just plain stupid/evil/disgusting/whatever nasty mean word I can think of. So all in all in my opinion and others, vodka and alcohol is just plain stupid and only drunk headed people deserve them. Kidding nobody deserves alcohol
When I was only fourteen years old I walked into a liquor store and bought two pints of cheap vodka. I didn’t get sober for another forty years. Drinking sure is fun except for the damage done.
it is just sitting there, calling my name. I have not had a sip in weeks, and i been dying for some in my system. Why had i promise to stop drinking? They dont understand that i was dying inside, he had broken me. and i just wanted vodka. I could not hold it in any longer, i crossed the room and removed the lid. with in minutes half the bottle was gone. and i was on my way to my happy place.
Eden Foxx
What do you do when everything just SUCKS? When all you want to do is get away? You take a drink. Swig back a shot of vodka and all of a sudden, nothing’s the same. The world becomes a haze, and your eyes don’t see clearly anymore. It’s scary, and confusing, but it’s not real. Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?
Sabena
I had vodka for the first time five years ago. Actually that is not true. I enjoyed vodka for the first time five years ago. It was in the form of a vodka tonic cocktail, and it was awesome. Who do I thank for this wonderful experience? My wife, Bethany.
John Lensgraf
She had this friend who could drink a bottle a vodka in one night.
She was always so surprised by how quickly he could get it down.
Vodka burned her throat, she stuck with easier drinks.
FUN MY SISTER BROUGHT BACK WITH HER, USED A 3L BOTTLE TO CARRY BAHAMAS SAND. GET WILD LIKE IN PARIS. JOJO DIDNT DO SO WELL, I DID. VODKA AND OJ QUICK FIX.
CLEO
it taste gross, there are many kinds, gets you drunk fast, stupid, dump, easy, one night stand, bars, clubs, ugly girls, beer goggles, dancing, partying, wasted, hangover, headache, sensitivity to light, bad choices
Stacie
Its a tastey clear liquor that is yummy in my drinks and reminds me of Russians. The cold terrain, in a hu,t sippin on some grain potato alcohol. Yum yum! Go for the Goose. It’s the good stuff. I also enjoy it for random scrapes and bruises that you might get while brawling due to excess amounts of vodka in your system.
Rebecca
as he hit back a shot of vodka he could feel his legs grow weak, a feeling he often had in order to numb the unsettling feeling of loneliness. one shot for the pain, another for the sorrow, another day to continue with this awful feeling of guilt. if only he could take that night back…
Vodka is something I always will have a desire to try but probably never will. Actually not probably I never will drink. I’ve seen the way It messes with someone, and doing it in the name of having a good time…makes no sense to me. However if destroying your body is your thing then go right ahead. I’ll just stick to eating my greasy food which makes it so I can at-least walk straight after consuming. I think that’s a better and more delicious way of slowly killing myself. As S. Truett said “food is essential to life so make it good.”
Vodka? I like vodka. It’s my drink of choice. Not like I drink much. But the only times I’ve ever been tipsy– tipsy, not drunk, vodka has been my drink of choice. With cranberry juice and orange lime seltzer. Yum.
Or with orange juice. YUM.
I haven’t tried flavors.
I should wait until I’m 21. But that’s not for another two years. And I’m not a drinker/partier. EVen though I kinda seem like one. Teehee. I’m a good girl!!
Dana
stomach ache. last night. throw it into the air. catch it in your mouth, feel the burn down your throat get crazy dance like you don’t normally dance. kiss. make love. have fun. regret it all the next morning. russians. drink drank drunk.
Allisa
Thorn laughed, her head tilting back as the echoes rolled over her brother’s blushing face. Thade growled. “I did not vomit!” Thorn laughed harder, “No! You just choked!” The rebel leader settled her laughter long enough to take a deep swig of the vodka, laughing at her yellow bellied brother more.
A Russian invention, obviously. LIke, who wouldn’t picture a large, drunk, Russian running around when they see the word ‘vodka?’ No offense to Russians – your stereotype is the coolest.
what am i suppsoed to dowhy is vodka up there? wait why dnt you explin this to me. hummm this is upsetting me why is it purple?
keasa?!
so u dnt even know how to spell ur own damn name…
scott
Vodka is the most popular drink here in Bloomington, Karkov is everywhere but it tastes like shit. Absolut Vodka bottles make great bongs too because they fit in with a Bacardi 151 bottle to create the coolest bong ever.
Mike
Lots and lots of it, filling my bloodstream, a fire spreading throughout my being. Brain slowly thinks, “Fuck it, lets go!”, body doesn’t really know what to do. Ah well, Alcohol, it’s awesome.
BRIAN
i love vodka. it is my first alcoholic beverage of choice. it got me through 9th-12th grade. i could not have survived high school without it. i love vodka. it is like water. it goes down so smooth. i love the slight burn. no hangover. i love vodka.
gross. not a huge fan. esp since i’m pregnant. but i used to do lemon drop shots when i was drinking, that and cotton candy and bubblegum vodka are pretty good. really catering to the kiddos aren’t we now.
Vodka, that was the smell. The room reeked of it, and bottles of the stuff lay everywhere; I stepped over one gingerly as I made my way further into the room. And it was then when I realized that the stench of alcohol covered a deeper, darker, smell: the smell of the dead body rotting on the stained, vodka-bottle-littered couch.
i really like vodka, it makes me sleepy and everytime my parents are around i rink witht hem and my ckson told me tht she hates it because it leaves a ad taste in her mouth so she bver drank it since she was like 15 and i agree because it can lead to liver scancer and m cousin aaany is right nect to me reading this because im guessing she is bored ljust like i am dince im weriting this amm i done writing yet? im tired i have nothing more to saty blahblhga hey loook my whole fa,mily is here except for my uncle manuel:( when ami going to ve done im tired of writing its been more than a minytse/
celeste
It makes you feel stronger, your eyes will shine, you’ll be a real man, it washes away your tears, every girl is beautiful, yes, it’s vodka.
– Other Kat
Copyright @Korpiklanni
Other Kat
Never did I ever think. Stinging in your throat, gulp after gulp, enduring the poison i knew would lead to pleasure. Vodka is what gave us the confidence to finally expose our fazed hearts, hidden behind each gnarled rib. The toxin, thin yet venomous, lead the way to the twisting of our bodies, delightfully guilty. I wake up, against your slight but brawny physical shell- fleeting memories of the night swirling. Did we really staple our arms? The morning light heats up this 12×16 room, so hot our skin sticks. I don’t mind, the coniferous green irises, and subtle forehead kisses, and the stroke of a stoic hand on my hip…
Katie
The bottle sloshed in her hand as she stumble through the swirls of snow, perfect as the Fibonacci sequence. She shivered her way across the bridge, eyes fixed on the onion-spires of St. Basil’s. Coughs and sobs wrack her skinny frame, and the grey night swallows her body like a boa constrictor.
me emborrachaba con esta bebida, ya no me gustaría volver a meterlo en mi cuerpo aunque a veces extraño estar un poco ebría. blanco, transparente, grasoso, malo para mi.
natalia espinosa
It was September, and chilled to the bone. The snow swirled round her in fibonacci sequences as she clutched the bottle and made her way across the bridge, the onion-shaped spires of St. Basil’s turned mere smudges in the grey distance.
Sally
The smell of vodka wrapped itself around her shawl. Stumbling, and dizzy she fell forward and looked at me with hazy, half open eyes. “You like?” she asked. “No, I don’t” “Why not” “Because you’re drunk. Get up.
I think that vodka is an interesting sort of drink, but where did it get it’s name? I mean it almost sounds like someones random idea, “Lets call it…. um……. VODKA! Yes that is perfect!” And thats how the name Vodka came along :)
The first drink I’ve ever had. I only had one shot. It was on Cinco de Mayo with a few friends. I’m very lucky to have wonderful friends who I can trust and depend on. Although the shot didn’t do anything I am happy I had my friends with me. They are wonderful people.
You leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Addictive like a numbing alcohol — vodka — that burns and refreshes my mind. Forgetting you is never enough. I welcome feeling nothing as I think of how you loved me — didn’t love me.
vodka is some ish, i drink it with every thing especially fruity drinks. make you say stupid shit later though. vodka and milk not that nice, what were the russians thinking? vodka and tang, yummy. really what more can what say about vodka, it’s the next best thing to white rum. love that vodka, favourite brands absolut and smirnuff (especially those fruity one) i’m a girl so I love fruity blah that’s it.
The night came back to him, a thick haze of sweaty kisses and clumsy touches. Her stale-sweet breath and his shaky palms; she stumbling into his arms, as if by accident.
light i ton fire and throw it as an outer destruction, swallow down as self-destruction, and make it to keep your parents proud.
You’ve become my best friend and my enemy. You are a vice, you are perfect and I want to be just like you. Intoxicating, debilitating, liberating. Everything about you has contributed to my insanity and I love every minute of it. Nothing in moderation. Moderation is for the careful, the weak. I thoroughly enjoy the roller coaster you take me on, and I am suddenly no longer afraid of heights.
It was a long jack knife on a long Jim night. Swore the fellow’d never be the same. One eye flayed, one foot in the grave.Swore the fellow’s gonna be alright.
hard still vodka with its poison scent and placid face, it has a poker face, its hand will trump yours no matter what cards you got because you’ll make the wrong decision.
i do not think that we should fall into such depths as to be deadly enough to result with vodka. what kind of failures in our life will lead to us making deadly decisions. sad.
Vodka is only for alcohol not for innocent little adolocents that is to young to drink. In fact why have vodka or acholohol at all? Isn’t it just plain stupid/evil/disgusting/whatever nasty mean word I can think of. So all in all in my opinion and others, vodka and alcohol is just plain stupid and only drunk headed people deserve them. Kidding nobody deserves alcohol
When I was only fourteen years old I walked into a liquor store and bought two pints of cheap vodka. I didn’t get sober for another forty years. Drinking sure is fun except for the damage done.
it is just sitting there, calling my name. I have not had a sip in weeks, and i been dying for some in my system. Why had i promise to stop drinking? They dont understand that i was dying inside, he had broken me. and i just wanted vodka. I could not hold it in any longer, i crossed the room and removed the lid. with in minutes half the bottle was gone. and i was on my way to my happy place.
What do you do when everything just SUCKS? When all you want to do is get away? You take a drink. Swig back a shot of vodka and all of a sudden, nothing’s the same. The world becomes a haze, and your eyes don’t see clearly anymore. It’s scary, and confusing, but it’s not real. Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?
I had vodka for the first time five years ago. Actually that is not true. I enjoyed vodka for the first time five years ago. It was in the form of a vodka tonic cocktail, and it was awesome. Who do I thank for this wonderful experience? My wife, Bethany.
She had this friend who could drink a bottle a vodka in one night.
She was always so surprised by how quickly he could get it down.
Vodka burned her throat, she stuck with easier drinks.
FUN MY SISTER BROUGHT BACK WITH HER, USED A 3L BOTTLE TO CARRY BAHAMAS SAND. GET WILD LIKE IN PARIS. JOJO DIDNT DO SO WELL, I DID. VODKA AND OJ QUICK FIX.
it taste gross, there are many kinds, gets you drunk fast, stupid, dump, easy, one night stand, bars, clubs, ugly girls, beer goggles, dancing, partying, wasted, hangover, headache, sensitivity to light, bad choices
Its a tastey clear liquor that is yummy in my drinks and reminds me of Russians. The cold terrain, in a hu,t sippin on some grain potato alcohol. Yum yum! Go for the Goose. It’s the good stuff. I also enjoy it for random scrapes and bruises that you might get while brawling due to excess amounts of vodka in your system.
as he hit back a shot of vodka he could feel his legs grow weak, a feeling he often had in order to numb the unsettling feeling of loneliness. one shot for the pain, another for the sorrow, another day to continue with this awful feeling of guilt. if only he could take that night back…
Vodka is something I always will have a desire to try but probably never will. Actually not probably I never will drink. I’ve seen the way It messes with someone, and doing it in the name of having a good time…makes no sense to me. However if destroying your body is your thing then go right ahead. I’ll just stick to eating my greasy food which makes it so I can at-least walk straight after consuming. I think that’s a better and more delicious way of slowly killing myself. As S. Truett said “food is essential to life so make it good.”
Vodka? I like vodka. It’s my drink of choice. Not like I drink much. But the only times I’ve ever been tipsy– tipsy, not drunk, vodka has been my drink of choice. With cranberry juice and orange lime seltzer. Yum.
Or with orange juice. YUM.
I haven’t tried flavors.
I should wait until I’m 21. But that’s not for another two years. And I’m not a drinker/partier. EVen though I kinda seem like one. Teehee. I’m a good girl!!
stomach ache. last night. throw it into the air. catch it in your mouth, feel the burn down your throat get crazy dance like you don’t normally dance. kiss. make love. have fun. regret it all the next morning. russians. drink drank drunk.
Thorn laughed, her head tilting back as the echoes rolled over her brother’s blushing face. Thade growled. “I did not vomit!” Thorn laughed harder, “No! You just choked!” The rebel leader settled her laughter long enough to take a deep swig of the vodka, laughing at her yellow bellied brother more.
A Russian invention, obviously. LIke, who wouldn’t picture a large, drunk, Russian running around when they see the word ‘vodka?’ No offense to Russians – your stereotype is the coolest.
I’m a fan of vodka. I’m a fan of alcohol.
I love that tingly feeling I get, all giggle and happy, wondering why everything is just so amazing…
And then I just feel sleepy, and depressed, and why is this happening to me, and why did I do that?
I hate vodka.
what am i suppsoed to dowhy is vodka up there? wait why dnt you explin this to me. hummm this is upsetting me why is it purple?
keasa?!
so u dnt even know how to spell ur own damn name…
Vodka is the most popular drink here in Bloomington, Karkov is everywhere but it tastes like shit. Absolut Vodka bottles make great bongs too because they fit in with a Bacardi 151 bottle to create the coolest bong ever.
Lots and lots of it, filling my bloodstream, a fire spreading throughout my being. Brain slowly thinks, “Fuck it, lets go!”, body doesn’t really know what to do. Ah well, Alcohol, it’s awesome.
i love vodka. it is my first alcoholic beverage of choice. it got me through 9th-12th grade. i could not have survived high school without it. i love vodka. it is like water. it goes down so smooth. i love the slight burn. no hangover. i love vodka.
gross. not a huge fan. esp since i’m pregnant. but i used to do lemon drop shots when i was drinking, that and cotton candy and bubblegum vodka are pretty good. really catering to the kiddos aren’t we now.
Vodka, that was the smell. The room reeked of it, and bottles of the stuff lay everywhere; I stepped over one gingerly as I made my way further into the room. And it was then when I realized that the stench of alcohol covered a deeper, darker, smell: the smell of the dead body rotting on the stained, vodka-bottle-littered couch.
i really like vodka, it makes me sleepy and everytime my parents are around i rink witht hem and my ckson told me tht she hates it because it leaves a ad taste in her mouth so she bver drank it since she was like 15 and i agree because it can lead to liver scancer and m cousin aaany is right nect to me reading this because im guessing she is bored ljust like i am dince im weriting this amm i done writing yet? im tired i have nothing more to saty blahblhga hey loook my whole fa,mily is here except for my uncle manuel:( when ami going to ve done im tired of writing its been more than a minytse/
It makes you feel stronger, your eyes will shine, you’ll be a real man, it washes away your tears, every girl is beautiful, yes, it’s vodka.
– Other Kat
Copyright @Korpiklanni
Never did I ever think. Stinging in your throat, gulp after gulp, enduring the poison i knew would lead to pleasure. Vodka is what gave us the confidence to finally expose our fazed hearts, hidden behind each gnarled rib. The toxin, thin yet venomous, lead the way to the twisting of our bodies, delightfully guilty. I wake up, against your slight but brawny physical shell- fleeting memories of the night swirling. Did we really staple our arms? The morning light heats up this 12×16 room, so hot our skin sticks. I don’t mind, the coniferous green irises, and subtle forehead kisses, and the stroke of a stoic hand on my hip…
The bottle sloshed in her hand as she stumble through the swirls of snow, perfect as the Fibonacci sequence. She shivered her way across the bridge, eyes fixed on the onion-spires of St. Basil’s. Coughs and sobs wrack her skinny frame, and the grey night swallows her body like a boa constrictor.
me emborrachaba con esta bebida, ya no me gustaría volver a meterlo en mi cuerpo aunque a veces extraño estar un poco ebría. blanco, transparente, grasoso, malo para mi.
It was September, and chilled to the bone. The snow swirled round her in fibonacci sequences as she clutched the bottle and made her way across the bridge, the onion-shaped spires of St. Basil’s turned mere smudges in the grey distance.
The smell of vodka wrapped itself around her shawl. Stumbling, and dizzy she fell forward and looked at me with hazy, half open eyes. “You like?” she asked. “No, I don’t” “Why not” “Because you’re drunk. Get up.
alcohol, drunk, meaningless, clear, nasty, good, delicious, throw up, dramatic, russian, grey goose, liquid, smells strong, smooth,