Then you are probably three cocktails away from asking frik out at a bar.
1:59 A.M., seconds before the bar closes.....
b.heagy: "Hey hun, you're kinda cute. Can I take you home?"
frik: "SUrE"
b.heagy: "I'm gonna show you my game room.....you 'GAME' hun?....He He HE"
frik: "BUUUURP!........SuRE!!"
b.heagy: "Man, I just hope I can get us there ok......I had a bit too much to drink tonight. Um....too bad my nose still works....what the f&%k is that SMELL?".....
frik: "Oh, my pet squirrell seems to have snuck into my jacket pocket.....HEY, LoOk OuT FoR tHAt CaR!!!.....It LOoKS LiKe....It's TiM LInCEcUM!!!!

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