No, no, no. It's I who must apologize, I almost feel bad about beating so thoroughly someone who's clearly delusional. Almost.
No, no, no. It's I who must apologize, I almost feel bad about beating so thoroughly someone who's clearly delusional. Almost.
If this were a "go after girls who are still in the womb" contest you would win hands down, but this is a man's contest so make yourself useful and get me another drink toots.
And if this were a "get drunk after a couple drinks" contest, well... you'd probably lose that too, little girl. What can I say? Winning isn't in your nature.
There's an easy way to settle this. Drunk Beard Contest. (I have no idea how this would go, though.)
smurf you Julian. You only win this round because this round involves a drunk me. The contest is mine. My beard is already magnificent. My mom told me so.
You're a smug son of a bitch. I'll give you that. And that's all I'll give you. You'll get no quarter from me, even if you are my bro.
Patchy? Patchy!? That's some cold, dawg.
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just got real, yo.