If the offer is still open Wednesday night, you're on. No matter how much work I have left to do on Wednesday, my goal is to drink my bodyweight in alcohol. Yes, yes, strive to be #1 and all that. If you matched me shot for shot I figured we both pass out before you attempted to molest me. And if not, I swear I won't tell Dad.
And by the way folks, that 300 posts for me now. Quite frankly it doesn't matter if I win or lose, once you've seen Chesire bent over your toilet heaving her brains out, you've seen it all.
And yes, I was staring at your ass the whole time.