an hour to kill: good ole lowbrow
Went to this party this weekend...
Woke up the next day... I was like, "damn, I feel great!" I jumped out of bed and that's when the floor hit me in the face...
"Dammit, I'm still drunk."
I'm sorry, I cant help it. If you are a female I am going to stare at your breasts while I talk to you. Sometimes I'll try to look at your face, but what can I say, my eyes wander
just sitting here wondering that if i was lying naked on my stomach, with a video camera aimed at my butt cheeks, and I farted, would you see the blast wave ripple across them? would there be cool interference patterns? bet it would look pretty neat in slo-mo...
You know in those gangster movies, when someone says, "I smell a rat," and they're talking about an informer? I think it'd be funny if the informer actually WAS a rat. He could wear a little pinstripe suit, and say stuff like, "Luca Ratzi sleeps with the kittens." But when the other gangsters found him out, they could dangle him by the tail above a big rat trap. Oh, he'd squeal all right... he'd definitely squeal.
Man, I'm drunk
We thought he was too drunk to drive, so we took his keys and hid them.
He wasn't too drunk to hot wire his car though.
Woke up the next day... I was like, "damn, I feel great!" I jumped out of bed and that's when the floor hit me in the face...
"Dammit, I'm still drunk."
I'm sorry, I cant help it. If you are a female I am going to stare at your breasts while I talk to you. Sometimes I'll try to look at your face, but what can I say, my eyes wander
just sitting here wondering that if i was lying naked on my stomach, with a video camera aimed at my butt cheeks, and I farted, would you see the blast wave ripple across them? would there be cool interference patterns? bet it would look pretty neat in slo-mo...
You know in those gangster movies, when someone says, "I smell a rat," and they're talking about an informer? I think it'd be funny if the informer actually WAS a rat. He could wear a little pinstripe suit, and say stuff like, "Luca Ratzi sleeps with the kittens." But when the other gangsters found him out, they could dangle him by the tail above a big rat trap. Oh, he'd squeal all right... he'd definitely squeal.
Man, I'm drunk
We thought he was too drunk to drive, so we took his keys and hid them.
He wasn't too drunk to hot wire his car though.