Monday, October 5, 2009

I'm not as think as you drunk I am

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Doc said...

Should you ever write your memoirs, you should have a chapter called "You like boobs", because honestly, who doesn't?

Let me guess, this happened at 10 AM outside of a Taco Bell. There really isn't a better way to start the day than a nourishing breakfast like Mom used to make: a rat taco with chipotle sauce and several Jell-O shots.

Was her friend drunk too? She could have at least held her arm and guided her a little. Apparently they haven't taken "Finding Your Way Home Afterwards 101". At my school, they taught it in Health class right after the Sex Ed chapter.

You didn't happen to notice if Polanski was following them did you?


Doc said...

There is something to be said for a drunken boob, but then it takes one to know one.


Cormac Brown said...


I'm more a derriere guy (sp?), though I do love breasts. This was at around 5 PM and if her friend was lit, she was just slightly buzzed. I hope she was watching out for her drunken counterpart, and like I said, her chest did not make a favorable impression. I was more concerned that she was going to toss her cookies on me.

I didn't see Roman or R. Kelly, no.

Gifted Typist said...

sweet Cormac, you now have a teen too. My just entered that netherworld a month ago. Eek

Cormac Brown said...


Yep, since the end of March and oh, ain't we got parenting fun?