Passing out drunk has never been a problem for me. It's the waking up sober part I could do without.
It's not like I had any expectations or anything. Six drinks and three hours later... whatever...
I'm well aware I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I'd rather be someone's shot of tequila anyways.
Sob-why-ety?
Somewhere a white supremacist just choked on a beer after realizing his kid has never lived in country with a white president.
Grandpa, tell us about when marijuana was illegal and it was ok to put 2200 mg of sodium in a can of raviolis.
There needs to be more women in construction. I have no idea how my ass looks.
The examined life is no bowl of cherries either.