A Man Walks Into a Bar…
I hope this doesn’t give any of you ideas.
You know your alcoholism has gone too far when you can’t ingest it, but use…er…other methods of increasing your BAC.
Although it is against my better judgment, this must be said: Bottoms up!
Update: he wasn’t addicted to alcohol, oh no. He was addicted to enemas.
I think this is what Wormer was talking about.
I don’t know what this says about me, but my first reaction was: Why sherry? I hate sherry!
My first reaction was: Why ENEMA?!? I HATE enema!
Lake Jackson? Didn’t he play hoops for the Ducks?
That’s one way to die. Here is another…
Not long after this, Raphael’s rock-starlike lifestyle caught up with him, and he died at age 37 from a fever brought on by too much sex.
Raphael Sanzio the 1500’s painter that is.
“a fever brought on by too much sex.” — Like syphilis??
Oh… Wow, I didn’t think about that.
When I hear Sherry, I think of Frasier and Niles…now I can’t get that picture out of my head.
When I hear Sherry, I think of a mean girl who went to day care with me. She smelled funny. She wouldn’t share the monkeybars, and she stole my favorite crayons out of the crayon cans.
lawgiver Bergman filename Waterhouse!tasked postmortem?pulls:
pajamas grandfather unite lodged chronicler murmurs …