I didn't slap you in the face. TEQUILA slapped you with my hand...
We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
I just put on my hot pinky lace thong... you know what that means! ;)
Oh god. Slutty you is on the run. Someone needs to alert the city.
I don't even have to turn the heat on in my car. Just fart the whole way home.
Let's review the facts-we're bored, we have a ton of beer, and we live 5 minutes from the zoo. This equation is easily solvable
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
Standards? I'm sitting on his couch eating microwaved ramen wearing his wife's t-shirt. I don't remember what having standards even feels like.
WHYAREWHITEGUYSSOBADINBED?! What the fuck went wrong, evolution?
don't mind me. just hanging out in this cool air conditioned Babies R Us until the liquor store next door opens.
Also, beer. Big fan.
Bitch, he is not your friend and this is not Bravo. Get in this car before you get smacked
Are you good with a knife? I need someone to perform amateur surgery.
Next year, please remind me not to be at a damn Super Bowl party with screaming children whose parents can't control them. I will sell the little suckers to the fucking circus passing through town.
Started mixing booze directly into the 2 liters and carrying them around. Mixing less often, and now kind of weightlifting,so double effecient.
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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