Meanwhile, his hombre was taking 40 drinks to the face. Truth, 1.5 liters of no-name rum devoured by a one man army. That's pretty irrelevant but it deserved a mention, especially since frank the tank freaked out exorcist/Blair witch style at 4:30 am.
Anywho, only a Bro would go this hard, and I couldn't help giving him the honor of The BroCave post. Props to the one they call "Milldew" for letting go, and landing a solid drunk smack to the face on his best friend, that will teach him to... not draw on you? Give this guy the keys!
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