rectumdamnnearkilledem
Nothing lame about it. It's thanks to responsible drunks like yourself that loopy drunks (that's putting it charitably) like me live to tell their ridiculous tales.
Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to
remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
~ Sarah Kay
I've got a fever...
Yeah, I married one of those loopy drunks. There is a funny story of him being REALLY drunk in Scotland one night and people reported having seen him shirtless and shoeless all over the city and campus at Aberdeen. I think that was the same night he crawled in the kitchen window of his flat.
On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office. But you will wish that you'd spent more time running. Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.
I have no stories involving alcohol. I'm polite, well-behaved, modest. A perfect gentleman at all times. I almost typed that with a straight face.
I almost read it with a straight face.