I sure love drinkin’. Nothing beats a night off off-balance, slobbering friends trying to chase off any girls in the vicinity with their “cool-guy act.”
I guess this is why nobody drinks with me anymore. I thought I was charming, though.
FYI, I am the coolest guy. Don’t believe so? Ask my Aunt Diane, she’ll set you straight.
Door #3 is a Haiku!
I Like Soft Kittens.
I Wish I Was Covered In
So Many Pussies.
That’s all for now my little skittles.
Now, go do something.
(Note: Original pictures from this older post have been accidentally lost to time.)