So my roommate Tony decided to have a New Year’s Day party…
We would’ve been able to fit even more beer in the fridge, if it weren’t for all the goddamn food in there. People need to start using things the way they were meant.
I got up the next morning to survey the damage, and there were six strangers sleeping in my house. “Good morning, GTFO!!”
Okay, put down the beer and get back to picking apart Howard Dean. Its crunch time.
You read my mind.
*insert wave file of homer saying “Beer”*johnwyles.com