If I drink a sixer I feel like death and I'm on the toilet the whole following day. I love me some Oberon though.
I got my brother shit faced on it for my birthday. I don't think that kid had ever been so happy in his life to eat a double quarter pounder with cheese the day after.
Originally Posted by ScOoTeR
Ryan, if I wanted any shit from you, I'd go looking for Leah's strap-on.