Dudes, I know now what must be done. We must give Vince more alcohols. All of the alcohols, yum yum yum.

And, then there was drink. Much merriment was had until they passed out... drunk.... and tricksy shobitzes took their dressies!
Vince doesn't want to touch my Mike's Hard Black Cherry. My bitch drinks are for me.
Who cares if it's a bitch drink, Mike's is delicious.
He can have the coffee schnapps that my friends "accidentally" forget whenever they go to someone else's place.
I'm just going to leave this here...

...Is this when he is going to start talking in a Tenesseean accent? ;-)
Ah. I remember when we were in Puerto Rico, once upon a time. They had horses they took home when drunk. Two men were trying to heft a drunk guy onto his horse, and he kept falling either one side. Or the other.
This server will turn many people into alcoholics. Fuck, I am hung over now...
I start my kinds young.. its called training...

Its when you are in a sponge.
Its when you are in a sponge.
I can get behind that. Wait....what is this all around me? I've been spounged!!