I think he is sitting in his dirty underwear in the drinking chair and responding when he is plastered. I wish there were time stamps on the comments because his responses are made by an angry, sloppy drunken arsehole at 3AM and not by an angry hungover arsehole at 3 PM.
I love this!
Ass sitting in his seat next to the liquor cabinet…finally….seething with rage. My chair Beb..MY CHAIR!!
A faint sound of honking can be heard in the distance. Another night handling The Princess all by himself.
He throws back another Lemon drop shot made with store bought lemons
Pig lay in her “work” chair, snoring and reeking from a day of tailgating with all of their friends.
Seems she is not recovering as quickly from her cheap date buzz as she once did. The WLS cheap date…not the first date kind of cheap.
Igayah is up in his room. The socially awkward, anxiety ridden fella turned social butterfly has finally stopped interuppting and talking incessantly.
Angry, alone, boat less and ball less…That damn Canadian. It is his fault I continue to stick my fat hoof in my mouth he mutters, as he deletes all the comments not lickng he and The Beast’s fat asses.
Another shot…
Whoopsie..It spills all over his “Be a Kind Human” shirt…Son of a b….!
Pig is startled.
Atha..Atha? Is that you? Is it time for my third dinner? You know I don’t eat much. I need my texas toast to help me soak up all this vodka.
Alrighty….
The End.