About me: I want to return drinking to the glorious Rat Pack/Jackie Gleason Era. How do I plan to pull it off? First I gotta unite the International Drunkard Tribe. Then we'll crush our enemies. Then we take over. Then we celebrate with a never ending series of victory keggers and self-congratulatory cocktail parties.
13% of all Car Wreck Fatalies are cause by drunks, the rest are all caused by sober people!
Who I'd like to meet: Other people that want to take up the cause AND/OR have a lightsaber. I'm part of this club where the first rule is I can't talk about it....
No one can hear you laugh in space...uh, unless you are in some sort of ship or even container that has breathable atmoshere thereby removing you from the many and varied deletrious effects of the vacuum we call space.....cough cough
Oh, looks like the ugly bitch that needs to dip her face in some acid is number one on Mister Ken's buddy list! Score: 1 for the ugly girl 0 for the insane cunt bag. Oh, by the way Ken, grabbing my ass was super hot. Thanks for the drinks. <3
