I mean… dunno about you, but I look my best with that sweet patina of sweat glistening on my forehead, a drop of drool meandering towards my chin, and a hot load in my drawers.
I may not remember some nights, but I rest easy knowing that I’m a damn fine lookin drunk. Too much booze also makes me smell amazing.
Oh, and I’m a great drunk cook too. You can absolutely trust me with that knife.
I mean… dunno about you, but I look my best with that sweet patina of sweat glistening on my forehead, a drop of drool meandering towards my chin, and a hot load in my drawers.
I may not remember some nights, but I rest easy knowing that I’m a damn fine lookin drunk. Too much booze also makes me smell amazing.
Oh, and I’m a great drunk cook too. You can absolutely trust me with that knife.
Is that how you got the nickname Half-Pinky-Shit-Pants-Low-Blood-Drunk-Ass-Sally? I always wondered what the subtle inside joke was
Nah, I got that nickname from my preacher one Sunday after church.