My wife's dad is over and he loves my faux bourbon. Shooting it back. So I went into the freezer and pulled out my white dog, pour him a shot and he's (un) pleasantly slurring and becoming argumentative (in a good way) Maybe I'll pour him another one and he'll pass out Here's hoping.
Hey grizz, nobody got any last night. My father in law had a big fight with his wife (actually, she had had enough of his ramblings and went to read her book in bed) and we were stuck having to listen to his big trap squawking for hours I'd say he's a mood killer.
He told us one good story though - when he was a cop in the UK, they used to go on these likker raids and the cops would pour the booze down the drain. He said he never had the heart to do it so he'd tell the guys to hide the good booze (the hard likker) and he'd just toss out the dregs and the almost empty bottles of cheap wine etc., to make it look good to his superiors. He almost redeemed himself with that story ... almost
Samohon wrote:I like it the next day when they wake up with no hangover, but head straight to the water font on the fridge door....
Reminds me of the old woman saying "My son doesn't drink much when he's out with his friends because in the morning, after he's been out, he drinks lot's of water."...
Samohon wrote:I like it the next day when they wake up with no hangover, but head straight to the water font on the fridge door....
Reminds me of the old woman saying "My son doesn't drink much when he's out with his friends because in the morning, after he's been out, he drinks lot's of water."...