Really.
I wish I could bring to justice the dastardly beer-shaker that caused my socks to get wet. He would meet an agonising end being shaken to death in a giant bottle.
It's a waste of precious, life-enhancing alcohol, damnit.
I think it's Michael Bublé time.
Showing posts with label MEEEEHEEEE AAAAAHAAAAAND MRS JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MEEEEHEEEE AAAAAHAAAAAND MRS JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES. Show all posts
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I really love it when this happens.
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