Then you got really excited when I upgraded you from puke bowl to puke bucket.
Some guy shouted fuck america during the national anthem, i decked him. They threw him out. USA USA USA!
She helped me organize my comics and then blew me. This is the one.
he came up my nose again i swear he does this just to piss me off
He cooked me dinner. I showed my appreciation by showing up shithoused and breaking a bottle of steak sauce on his floor.
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
1.) where are you? 2.) you making meatballs? 3.) Meatballs for sex?
Its like no one cares im drunk naked wet and ready to throw myself at some one hold on i found a solution to my problems
I love pie. Pie understands me and the spatula
btw im having a "its finally warm enough for a bbq in Toronto" party tonight. bring all the alcohol you have. and hamburger buns.
my cat just photo bombed my nudie.. does this qualify me as a cat lady?
I'm just checking to make sure you don't want to go to the farmers market... This is an assumption based on the fact that you were slapped with a sandwich last night and you remained unconscious.
my star wars tattoo got me laid last night. definitely a dark side sort of benefit im thinking
Do not tell guys at bars about kittens you rescue. They will walk away.
I noticed it at one point and thought do I really wanna bang the guy with the phone holster .....of course I do
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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