Displacement: Wherever ice is, whiskey isn’t.
Poetry: The Haiku
The chick with the boobs
gets served before you always.
Kill her in the john.
Joey has 11 dollars, no friends, and no vagina. How many beers can he have at the bar?
Joey can have 2 lonely, lonely beers. I hope he chokes on them.
I haa… haad sseven, no, six drrinksssssoo totagly cool to drrive.
“Sun kissed skin, so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle. Ohoh-ohoh.”
A sharpie is an alcohol-tolerant person’s best friend, and a whiskey weakling’s worst enemy.