I was getting souped up one night and ran out of beer, there was a bottle of Riunite crap in the fridge from a failed social call, and so I drank it. It did nothing. (her choice, not mine. I don't pick wine)
I was then relaying the experience to Corvette Jimmy and he explained to me, you need four bottles and a chick. One before dinner, one during, one after, then the fourth when you're getting busy.
I'll have to try it.
Jay trashed is the funniest thing in the world.
I'm a funny drunk, and I don't try and molest people either.
"You MOTHER FUCKERRR! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!"
Imagine a 400 pound 6'5" guy shouting that at midnight in a motel room in only his boxers, while he does a fucking belly flop from 5 feet in the air onto his bed and bounces off of it.
Yeah, thats why sally wasn't invited to share the couch. No offense, J. But that woulda been kinda... Intense.