I am one classy son-of-a-bitch!
Survival rate: 25/25, put me down as a success.
It is 12:18 am, I just made myself a root beer float.
Oh, me? I am just getting ready for my birthday next Saturday… this ought to be good.
Yes, that is my drunk ass getting served. What a wonderful way to end my birthday! My friends let me make off like a bandit this year with endless free drinks and a free slice of brownie pie!
