TOP: An ewok trying to sneak into the party
BOTTOM: The "Michael Jackson" of leprecans
For St Paddy's day we went over to a friends house to enjoy the festivities. Although we were both still sick, we figured the only cure was to be Irish whiskey. While there, the bartender (i.e. the one chick who was still mildly sober) was making a drink called a milkshake. 2 parts Irish Cream, one part irish whiskey, and 1 part get naked and dance on the coffee table. The heck with modern pharmaceuticals; after about a dozen of those I left the party able to breath again, no stomach ache, and raring to go.
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Unfortunately, the next morning (well, really afternoon by the time I was able to climb out of bed) didn't yield the same results...I was still "wearin' the green" if you catch my drift!
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"Stowage" Lumpy out
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