She... She...
ithidrial forced me to desecrate the holiness that is single malt. And, not only that, but the single malt that was a birthday gift!
First, she forced me to mix the sacred liquid with Drambuie to make her a Rusty Nail.
Then, she decided she wanted some of my Scotch. Ok... fine.
She put ice in it!
ICE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Of course, I'm currently plotting my revenge.
She gets funny when she's been drinking lots. As seen in the past 'floppy socks' incident of a few years ago.
Below are the first two quotes of the evening...
"You'll never guess in a million years what I got you for your birthday!"
"Matter!"
You're making the Bumble bobble. And, now, your breasts are bobbling with the Bumble.
First, she forced me to mix the sacred liquid with Drambuie to make her a Rusty Nail.
Then, she decided she wanted some of my Scotch. Ok... fine.
She put ice in it!
ICE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Of course, I'm currently plotting my revenge.
She gets funny when she's been drinking lots. As seen in the past 'floppy socks' incident of a few years ago.
Below are the first two quotes of the evening...
"You'll never guess in a million years what I got you for your birthday!"
"Matter!"
You're making the Bumble bobble. And, now, your breasts are bobbling with the Bumble.