vodka is alcohol. alcohol is bad for you. maybe once in a while you can have a drink but don’t abuse the fact you are over 21 years of age. But if you’re younger that’s a different story because you are violating the law.
pesach gewirtz
I don’t like vodka. Never have. It’s the first drink that I ever got drunk on and I’d never had alcohol much before that, just sips here and there. They told me to drink it from the bottle and that the taste would go away after a while. Well it did. But only because all of my taste buds died. Horrible night and I’ve hardly touched it since.
drinking so much. it would be lolz. taking shots. so many songs. tried some i think in a drink of my sisters in hong kong. body shots. are they vodka? it would be interesting. powering cars, you can do that can’t you. i like hong kong. and vodka. cheap stuff is foul apparently. absolute.
Georgia
“I can see clearly now, the pain has gone,” Marianna thought as she sipped her most recent vodka, neat. Davis had not made contact at the appointed time. That meant either he had been captured or was already dead. She closed her eyes and sent a prayer that it had been quick and painless. “The tulips are brilliant in Amsterdam,” a soft voice murmured in her ear. “But not better than the paintings in Louvre,” she answered automatically as she turned into him. “You took your time,” she said softly against his lips. “Let’s just say, I had complications,” Davis replied as he signaled for a drink. “The army moves on Salik’s compound tonight, and yeah sweetheart, it’s our job to stop them.”
Izolda
i do not know about vodka but i think it is a drink or something and that is good for health i think or it is bad i do not know.and this is a old drink i think so this is what i know about vodka.
hassan
vodka is a hell of a drink. who would have thought that potatoes could provide such a sublime service? only in russia could a root vegetable be converted to a social lubricant. vodka doesnt freeze in the freezer, amazing.
fuckin magnets, how do they work?
Colin Ambulance
Choking on tears of insanity
suffocating on your vanity
lost in this liquid dream
I scream
This Vodkas got me doing things
I’ve never felt this way before
stumbling to the door.
Can’t see straight anymore..
distorted mind
sights out of line
can’t make it in time
drunken dilusions
warping my mind.
tetering on the brink
even though
I’m destined to sink
drowned in this liquid
dream
this vodka you poisioned
combined with loves devotion
they sued to say I drank an orange flavoured pop and that was before alco pops . I loved it the spirit and the concentrated orange , loved it with a cig or two or three. Much nicer than a coffee and a scone whivh are nnow acceptable to me because of age restrictions. You would have to b e mad or bad to drink vodka now , like it’s a symbol of a long departed Russian system , silly as vodka sis exist in the TSar’s time. I drank vod in so many pubs , in the North and the South . I know I could not afford it now , not at all . It’s so long since I ‘ve drunk it , I can’t relive the taste. I drink wine now at times with a bag of crisps or tortillas . it’s good , it’s a liberation from mundanities , from being so alone , maybe if you drink witwh a spirit you are with somebody , with soething which has a life – a spirit , not the Holy Spirit no, but are alcoholic spirits profane and bad – possibly if you drink them in a non responsible way and then do bad things because of diminished senses.
Anna Grogan
I have been here before. Seen the same faces on barstools and stripperpoles. Same coats, same shoes. What to drink and to waste away,. again in the cold night og november – a hideout extrodinere. Fimiliar.
Driksa
Vodka is awesome. there’s little else to say other than that it can be even more awesome when you are drinking it with some good friends. And it’s Russian. How more awesome can it get? Well, maybe mix it up if you feel adventurous, but that would be cheating a bit. Vodka is best if you drink it straight from the barrel of a tow-barreled shotgun. No questions asked. Yet.
I like drinking it so bad It’s really tasty with orange juice and it reminds of clubs that gave me a really really really good time
Chicks, too. That was really awesome
Ice cubes. Straws. Girls in short skirts
Russia
Sex
& sex
& more sex
Edoardo L'Astorina
The bar was so full you could barely walk. She looked around, looked for him but could not see beyond the hundreds of heads and faces. The place stank heavily with stale smoke and drink. She made it to the bar, ordered herself a vodka, sighed and resigned herself to wait a little longer.
Liz and I were trying to learn how to speak Russian once.
I just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her.
Russian was too hard to learn.
And Vodka isn’t even Russian.
Psh.
Heaven Leigh
Vodka is fuel. This is a fact. There are many nights out that have been fuelled by this colourless liquid, and many accidents that have occurred due to this fuel. Vodka is good, but frozen chili vodka sticks in the back of the throat and causes pain.
HollyMae
i love vodka. It goes with anything, anytime, anywhere. It isn’t odorless or tasteless, but it is clear and therefore, makes me feel safer. Like I am just drinking water. It gives me a social confidence and the feeling of uncaring about myself. I can be who I am without restraint
Amy
steel palisades smooth and unclimbable – how to boss? the short guy grimaced- leg up ye dwarf- no seriously eh? -aye aye we’ll knock on the door they’ll open for a funeral – why –cos there’ll be drink with it- whose funeral? – yours ye dick.- no really…………..
“Mmm, mmm-mmm. It ain’t Campbell’s, but it’ll fill me up for the night. Thanks, Mitch. You’re a pal.”
“Har-dee-har-har. Figured you could use a shot. Ya know, take the edge off? Hang on a minute. I’ll make ya some ravioli. I hope ya still like Chef Boyardee.”
a russian alcoholic drink. gets you drunk, tastes good with orange juice, lemonade and pineapple juice
Johanna Hubertz
It was just one last bottle, why not? He cocked this question to himself, yet he knew full heartedly the answer would not alter the outcome. Destiny? No, he didn’t believe in bullshit like that. You make what you are, simple. He’s what he his, he hates it yes, but he is. One shot after another. Others talk about leaving with a gun shot, he chose the viscous of shots. One shot after another. He’d soon make himself nothing.
Saskia
I had some of it tonight. Mixed with apple juice. The drink name, I have learned, is called an Adam’s Apple. Cute. I was with friends watching movies and drinking and eating junk food (isn’t that always the way?). My first sleep over since high school with non-high school friends. It’s the most relaxed and warm evenings I’ve had in a long while.
LN
Russian vodka. Heat. Down my throat. This is the life. Temporary death.
I want to drown in my sorrows and spiral into an eternal vortex of misery, laced with drips of this drink I can’t stop downing that never seems to stop. Where does the time go? STOP ME NOW before I rush back to the bookshelf and fill my arms until they’re slashed with paper cuts and people think I cut flesh for a hobby, STOP ME before I down too many papers and the policeman will have to pull me over for abuse of the book, I’ve read too much officer.
The read will kill me at this rate.
Dostoevsky, pull me up, pull me back into this inverted plasma miasma look at all the colors fizzle into curling q’s and frizbees, the delirium is just intoxicating and I’ll get drunk on the smell of print until I die with your self-created projection of creative incarnation in my arms. Wheee.
Holy Sylvia Plath.
I want to go to Russia.
I wonder how many people have thought about that too and written that down.
We’re all so obsessed with originality? No, not really. Those are hipsters. The others are trying to fit in with the wolf pack? The more you try to generalize, the more we end up being incorrect.
I could go for some vodka.
Not really though.
vodka wodka wodke! that’s what tati always says. she’s herman’s russian fiance. sweet and petite, she just wants everyone to drink vodka! so i had some and it took my breath away and that’s not in a good way!
is a drink of joy and lush , so we open and tell the secrets of our hearts to each other , as we unlish the lead of a equation to be pilled down our throats.
noam ofir
You burned. You burned so hard when I drank you down. Even when paired with orange juice, tomato juice, punch – you always reminded me that you were there as much as I tried to mask your awful taste.
i hate alcohol. it just makes people hurt. even if they think they can erase any difficulties theyre going through for a moment, it always comes back. vodka, seems more and more children are becoming familiar with the word, why isn’t it the word love ? or compassion ? tell me this, why are the children today trying to avoid their future and not accept the it.
evie hansford
Kat sighed, staring at the carpet. The bottle had rolled onto it, the clear liquid pouring out. This was going to stain. Perfect, this was the last thing she needed. Grabbing a cloth she knelt down and began to clean it. What had happened to her? Five years ago she had been on the road to such a bright future. Then Jason was framed for murdering Simone. That’s when it changed. When her best friend died, and her other best friend disappeared from her life. Gone, without a goodbye. She hadn’t lasted long in the University before she dropped out. Now she drank all day, and spent her nights working as a cashier in some grocery store. She honestly couldn’t even remember the name. Such a glamorous life she led.
It’s stupid. I don’t drink. although it sounds cool when you say it. VODKAAA. But it’s stupid. Alcohol makes people do stupid things that they end up regretting. Never tried it. But that’s just my opinion.
It was awesome fun to have 10 vodka shots that day. I so wanted to get drunk. And dunk i did get. Danced later. Quite wildly i guess. Not much more than usual though. Even kissed Pramita on the cheek. Told her i’m in love. Somehow she didn’t ask with who. Hope she didn’t think it was her.
Sid
After chugging down yet more of his vodka, Fyodr crawled out the front door to the gutter and heaved the contents of his stomach into it. As he flailed about, his foot inadvertently kicked a nearby shovel, which hit him on his head. Sweat and blood nearly frozen against his forehead, he scraped himself back along the frozen ground into his house. Once there, he picked up his pen and continued to write: “Raskolnikov felt as though a crushing weight had descended on him.”
Bitter, burns to the soul. Clear as crystal, but burns like fire. Scentless, but harmful.
dg
The half-empty bottle stared back at the drunk; the clear liquid mocking him. It had destroyed his life, lost him his wife, house, job, kids, everything. And even now, after having everything taken away from him, still he could not resist it. The vodka burned his throat as it flowed into his stomach – the fiery taste reminded him of how he had been burned by this vice, this terrible addiction.
Ah the slow burn that fills my chest and there it is…liquid courage to be me and say what needs to be said. I am not hiding but truly myself with such a tonic. Such a shame I can’t be me without it.
Well one time I drank watyyyy too much vodka with my friend one night and i got wntirely too drunk a and we started playing a game of strip beer ponG which was a terrible idea because I didn’t even know these guys very well but I’m like, I’m in college. Why mot use now to go cray cray
Savannah leeann
amazing experiences enhanced through loss of inhibitions.
darkend holes in my memories and hearing about my night from idiots.
katherious
vodka is a drink. i don’t like vodka. but i’ve never tasted it. it reminds me of college when there was alot of drinking but i didn’t really drink. i think i would like try getting drunk once, though apparently that is innapproiate for a bas yisrael. but a lot of times i don’t feel like a bas yisrael. what is a bas yisrael? it used to mean to me someone was “good”, but I’m not necessarily like that anymore. ooh, i get to keep writing for a 2nd minute. oh, it’s pouring sounds like. was taht a bas yisrael sentence cuz it had bad grammar? oy. i am very connected and love being frum, mostly. i definitely think it’s the right thing to do. I just wish I was more emotionally into it htese days. Maybe I just need to drink some vodka, would that help?
AK
its an alcoholic drink. bit light weight. considered favorite amongst women. i think it is a Russian drink. My favorite branch is Absolute!
nutspan
alchohol this is the first thing that comes to mind I really don’t know what else to type but whatever this isn’t exactly time to come up with stuff it’s stuff of the top of your head anyways almost out of time but whatever
vodka is alcohol. alcohol is bad for you. maybe once in a while you can have a drink but don’t abuse the fact you are over 21 years of age. But if you’re younger that’s a different story because you are violating the law.
I don’t like vodka. Never have. It’s the first drink that I ever got drunk on and I’d never had alcohol much before that, just sips here and there. They told me to drink it from the bottle and that the taste would go away after a while. Well it did. But only because all of my taste buds died. Horrible night and I’ve hardly touched it since.
drinking so much. it would be lolz. taking shots. so many songs. tried some i think in a drink of my sisters in hong kong. body shots. are they vodka? it would be interesting. powering cars, you can do that can’t you. i like hong kong. and vodka. cheap stuff is foul apparently. absolute.
“I can see clearly now, the pain has gone,” Marianna thought as she sipped her most recent vodka, neat. Davis had not made contact at the appointed time. That meant either he had been captured or was already dead. She closed her eyes and sent a prayer that it had been quick and painless. “The tulips are brilliant in Amsterdam,” a soft voice murmured in her ear. “But not better than the paintings in Louvre,” she answered automatically as she turned into him. “You took your time,” she said softly against his lips. “Let’s just say, I had complications,” Davis replied as he signaled for a drink. “The army moves on Salik’s compound tonight, and yeah sweetheart, it’s our job to stop them.”
i do not know about vodka but i think it is a drink or something and that is good for health i think or it is bad i do not know.and this is a old drink i think so this is what i know about vodka.
vodka is a hell of a drink. who would have thought that potatoes could provide such a sublime service? only in russia could a root vegetable be converted to a social lubricant. vodka doesnt freeze in the freezer, amazing.
fuckin magnets, how do they work?
Choking on tears of insanity
suffocating on your vanity
lost in this liquid dream
I scream
This Vodkas got me doing things
I’ve never felt this way before
stumbling to the door.
Can’t see straight anymore..
distorted mind
sights out of line
can’t make it in time
drunken dilusions
warping my mind.
tetering on the brink
even though
I’m destined to sink
drowned in this liquid
dream
this vodka you poisioned
combined with loves devotion
more deadly than the ocean…
I’m consumed…
they sued to say I drank an orange flavoured pop and that was before alco pops . I loved it the spirit and the concentrated orange , loved it with a cig or two or three. Much nicer than a coffee and a scone whivh are nnow acceptable to me because of age restrictions. You would have to b e mad or bad to drink vodka now , like it’s a symbol of a long departed Russian system , silly as vodka sis exist in the TSar’s time. I drank vod in so many pubs , in the North and the South . I know I could not afford it now , not at all . It’s so long since I ‘ve drunk it , I can’t relive the taste. I drink wine now at times with a bag of crisps or tortillas . it’s good , it’s a liberation from mundanities , from being so alone , maybe if you drink witwh a spirit you are with somebody , with soething which has a life – a spirit , not the Holy Spirit no, but are alcoholic spirits profane and bad – possibly if you drink them in a non responsible way and then do bad things because of diminished senses.
I have been here before. Seen the same faces on barstools and stripperpoles. Same coats, same shoes. What to drink and to waste away,. again in the cold night og november – a hideout extrodinere. Fimiliar.
Vodka is awesome. there’s little else to say other than that it can be even more awesome when you are drinking it with some good friends. And it’s Russian. How more awesome can it get? Well, maybe mix it up if you feel adventurous, but that would be cheating a bit. Vodka is best if you drink it straight from the barrel of a tow-barreled shotgun. No questions asked. Yet.
I like drinking it so bad It’s really tasty with orange juice and it reminds of clubs that gave me a really really really good time
Chicks, too. That was really awesome
Ice cubes. Straws. Girls in short skirts
Russia
Sex
& sex
& more sex
The bar was so full you could barely walk. She looked around, looked for him but could not see beyond the hundreds of heads and faces. The place stank heavily with stale smoke and drink. She made it to the bar, ordered herself a vodka, sighed and resigned herself to wait a little longer.
Liz and I were trying to learn how to speak Russian once.
I just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her.
Russian was too hard to learn.
And Vodka isn’t even Russian.
Psh.
Vodka is fuel. This is a fact. There are many nights out that have been fuelled by this colourless liquid, and many accidents that have occurred due to this fuel. Vodka is good, but frozen chili vodka sticks in the back of the throat and causes pain.
i love vodka. It goes with anything, anytime, anywhere. It isn’t odorless or tasteless, but it is clear and therefore, makes me feel safer. Like I am just drinking water. It gives me a social confidence and the feeling of uncaring about myself. I can be who I am without restraint
steel palisades smooth and unclimbable – how to boss? the short guy grimaced- leg up ye dwarf- no seriously eh? -aye aye we’ll knock on the door they’ll open for a funeral – why –cos there’ll be drink with it- whose funeral? – yours ye dick.- no really…………..
“Mmm, mmm-mmm. It ain’t Campbell’s, but it’ll fill me up for the night. Thanks, Mitch. You’re a pal.”
“Har-dee-har-har. Figured you could use a shot. Ya know, take the edge off? Hang on a minute. I’ll make ya some ravioli. I hope ya still like Chef Boyardee.”
slides back down my throat like ice on fire. It promises a night of headaches and laughter the laughter I need the headache I don’t.
a russian alcoholic drink. gets you drunk, tastes good with orange juice, lemonade and pineapple juice
It was just one last bottle, why not? He cocked this question to himself, yet he knew full heartedly the answer would not alter the outcome. Destiny? No, he didn’t believe in bullshit like that. You make what you are, simple. He’s what he his, he hates it yes, but he is. One shot after another. Others talk about leaving with a gun shot, he chose the viscous of shots. One shot after another. He’d soon make himself nothing.
I had some of it tonight. Mixed with apple juice. The drink name, I have learned, is called an Adam’s Apple. Cute. I was with friends watching movies and drinking and eating junk food (isn’t that always the way?). My first sleep over since high school with non-high school friends. It’s the most relaxed and warm evenings I’ve had in a long while.
Russian vodka. Heat. Down my throat. This is the life. Temporary death.
I want to drown in my sorrows and spiral into an eternal vortex of misery, laced with drips of this drink I can’t stop downing that never seems to stop. Where does the time go? STOP ME NOW before I rush back to the bookshelf and fill my arms until they’re slashed with paper cuts and people think I cut flesh for a hobby, STOP ME before I down too many papers and the policeman will have to pull me over for abuse of the book, I’ve read too much officer.
The read will kill me at this rate.
Dostoevsky, pull me up, pull me back into this inverted plasma miasma look at all the colors fizzle into curling q’s and frizbees, the delirium is just intoxicating and I’ll get drunk on the smell of print until I die with your self-created projection of creative incarnation in my arms. Wheee.
Holy Sylvia Plath.
I want to go to Russia.
I wonder how many people have thought about that too and written that down.
We’re all so obsessed with originality? No, not really. Those are hipsters. The others are trying to fit in with the wolf pack? The more you try to generalize, the more we end up being incorrect.
I could go for some vodka.
Not really though.
vodka wodka wodke! that’s what tati always says. she’s herman’s russian fiance. sweet and petite, she just wants everyone to drink vodka! so i had some and it took my breath away and that’s not in a good way!
is a drink of joy and lush , so we open and tell the secrets of our hearts to each other , as we unlish the lead of a equation to be pilled down our throats.
You burned. You burned so hard when I drank you down. Even when paired with orange juice, tomato juice, punch – you always reminded me that you were there as much as I tried to mask your awful taste.
i hate alcohol. it just makes people hurt. even if they think they can erase any difficulties theyre going through for a moment, it always comes back. vodka, seems more and more children are becoming familiar with the word, why isn’t it the word love ? or compassion ? tell me this, why are the children today trying to avoid their future and not accept the it.
Kat sighed, staring at the carpet. The bottle had rolled onto it, the clear liquid pouring out. This was going to stain. Perfect, this was the last thing she needed. Grabbing a cloth she knelt down and began to clean it. What had happened to her? Five years ago she had been on the road to such a bright future. Then Jason was framed for murdering Simone. That’s when it changed. When her best friend died, and her other best friend disappeared from her life. Gone, without a goodbye. She hadn’t lasted long in the University before she dropped out. Now she drank all day, and spent her nights working as a cashier in some grocery store. She honestly couldn’t even remember the name. Such a glamorous life she led.
It’s stupid. I don’t drink. although it sounds cool when you say it. VODKAAA. But it’s stupid. Alcohol makes people do stupid things that they end up regretting. Never tried it. But that’s just my opinion.
It was awesome fun to have 10 vodka shots that day. I so wanted to get drunk. And dunk i did get. Danced later. Quite wildly i guess. Not much more than usual though. Even kissed Pramita on the cheek. Told her i’m in love. Somehow she didn’t ask with who. Hope she didn’t think it was her.
After chugging down yet more of his vodka, Fyodr crawled out the front door to the gutter and heaved the contents of his stomach into it. As he flailed about, his foot inadvertently kicked a nearby shovel, which hit him on his head. Sweat and blood nearly frozen against his forehead, he scraped himself back along the frozen ground into his house. Once there, he picked up his pen and continued to write: “Raskolnikov felt as though a crushing weight had descended on him.”
Bitter, burns to the soul. Clear as crystal, but burns like fire. Scentless, but harmful.
The half-empty bottle stared back at the drunk; the clear liquid mocking him. It had destroyed his life, lost him his wife, house, job, kids, everything. And even now, after having everything taken away from him, still he could not resist it. The vodka burned his throat as it flowed into his stomach – the fiery taste reminded him of how he had been burned by this vice, this terrible addiction.
Ah the slow burn that fills my chest and there it is…liquid courage to be me and say what needs to be said. I am not hiding but truly myself with such a tonic. Such a shame I can’t be me without it.
Well one time I drank watyyyy too much vodka with my friend one night and i got wntirely too drunk a and we started playing a game of strip beer ponG which was a terrible idea because I didn’t even know these guys very well but I’m like, I’m in college. Why mot use now to go cray cray
amazing experiences enhanced through loss of inhibitions.
darkend holes in my memories and hearing about my night from idiots.
vodka is a drink. i don’t like vodka. but i’ve never tasted it. it reminds me of college when there was alot of drinking but i didn’t really drink. i think i would like try getting drunk once, though apparently that is innapproiate for a bas yisrael. but a lot of times i don’t feel like a bas yisrael. what is a bas yisrael? it used to mean to me someone was “good”, but I’m not necessarily like that anymore. ooh, i get to keep writing for a 2nd minute. oh, it’s pouring sounds like. was taht a bas yisrael sentence cuz it had bad grammar? oy. i am very connected and love being frum, mostly. i definitely think it’s the right thing to do. I just wish I was more emotionally into it htese days. Maybe I just need to drink some vodka, would that help?
its an alcoholic drink. bit light weight. considered favorite amongst women. i think it is a Russian drink. My favorite branch is Absolute!
alchohol this is the first thing that comes to mind I really don’t know what else to type but whatever this isn’t exactly time to come up with stuff it’s stuff of the top of your head anyways almost out of time but whatever