What's that smell?
I smell... whiskey. Where's that coming from? Oh, it's me.
In a startingly brilliant move, I woke up this morning and put on the same jeans I was wearing last night. The same jeans I was wearing when I spilled an entire cup of James Beam and Coke into my lap. Nice. As Paul might say, I'm going to be chased by alcoholic bees all day.
In a startingly brilliant move, I woke up this morning and put on the same jeans I was wearing last night. The same jeans I was wearing when I spilled an entire cup of James Beam and Coke into my lap. Nice. As Paul might say, I'm going to be chased by alcoholic bees all day.
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