This is scary, I mean bone chilling frightening. Next time you are out trolling in Scottsdale for a lovely little lady, let this thought stay with you. Seven pounds of shellacked Mac makeup combined with fake boobs and the snap on smile will leave you wishing you would have had just ten more tequila shots. Ten more and you would have been passed out on the bar room floor. The alternative is this:
You go home with her...
|Yah right buddy. How many beers have you had tonight?|
You wake up to "it"...
|Thanks snap on smile!|
I'm not sure if they still exist and it's been a coons age since I wore them, but I am 99.9% sure braces are still a viable option for fixing a fucked up grill. I need a beer to wash away this entire blog. Pennywise makes me want to piss myself.
Happy Independence Day my friends!
Katie E. Eshelman