It goes in your lap, where it keeps your balls cold.
The last time I came close to any sort malt liquor was when I tried a Four Loko, and I won't be doing that again anytime soon. Before that it was a Mickey's big mouth.
Last edited by patrikman; 12-04-2011 at 02:20 PM.
Originally Posted by Elbows
Igor Natan Segala...that beautiful bastard. I made out with him one time behind a Red Lobster in Mookala, Wisconsin - on a bet. Little did he know that the simple kiss and $7.48 would lead to life-changing consequences. That was before the war, before this all happened. (stares out over the nuclear wasteland)