We're closed and, much like my life, the day is over
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
These are sevens. The box says nine because well... lady, you're a nine. Now I can accept that. Why can't you?
What do women and dog doody have in common? The older they get, the easier they are to pickup
