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In Vegas, who wants to have a Jack Daniel's drinking party?
That's right. Only Jack Daniel's!
Afterwards, we will all sing country music, and cry over our broken down pickup trucks, dying dogs, mom's in prison, girlfriends who left us, sales that are down, and how Hank Williams is dead.
Whew, drunk at 5:17 am Sunday morning.
Fuck, I'm going to bed.
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