1 supreme liter.
I call it cubist art.
And he said, “Because your mother is always right.”
A Mini-soda!
Uncle Jerrycan.
We'll Christmas is all about Makings Spirits Bright
- Waiter: you asked for some mice!
Finally, the Chihuahua says, "Liver alone, cheese mine."
Milk! It's pastureyes before you seen it!
... but it's worth a shot!
So I guess you could call them my ant tea bodies
It's a Whisky business
I told her she told us a lye
The old man replied, “You’re the eighth.”
later on I drink my secondary
Cough-ee☕☕☕
He was a soak.
"Icee!" I exclaimed exuberantly.
It wasn't his cup of tea.
"Greetings, comrade." says the spy, but before he could finish his sentence, the Russian says, "I think you are American spy."
The spy is alarmed, but being a skilled, trained, spy, he says, "That is not true! I am the proudest Soviet there is! I can sing the anthem more beautifully than any other man in the country!"
He then proceeds to sing the Soviet anthem, so melodically and beautifully, that everybody in the bar cheers.
"Very good, very good!" says the politician. "But I still think you are spy."
The man continues to keep his cool.
"I am a historian! I can tell you everything about this glorious country!"
He then spends about two hours recounting the Revolution, the Great Patriotic War, about how superior to the Russia is in terms of technology compared to America and makes a great argument about how communism is beneficial to society.
"Amazing! You are skilled!" says the politician.
The spy smirks.
"But I still think you American spy."
The spy is getting frustrated, but still unfazed.
He replies, "I am good drinker, a true Russian! Let us drink, and see who can come out top!"
The bar turns its attention to the politician and the spy, who are now in a drinking contest.
The bartender serves drink after drink of vodka.
After about an hour of drinking, the politician nearly passes out, unable to hold as much liquor as the spy, to a resounding cheer amongst the bar.
In the midst of the cheering, the Russian politician gets up, smiling, and in a slurred speech, repeats, "You are good, you are good... but I still think you are spy."
The American spy, piss drunk, loses his skill and gives up.
"Okay, you got me. I am an American. But what made you think that way, after all this time?"
The Russian politician replies, "There aren't many black people in Russia."
...and she ran 100m in 10 seconds
It is the Legend of Tipi Topo Chico...
He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them.
As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering.
Obviously, they were thinking, "That poor old couple...all they can afford is one meal for the two of them."
As the man began to eat his fries, a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple.
The old man said, they were just fine, they were used to sharing everything.
People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn't eaten a bite.
She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.
Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them.
This time the old woman said, "No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything."
Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked, "What is it you are waiting for?"
She answered, "THE TEETH!"
A cup of Joe.
Yoo-hoo hoo in a bottle of rum!
Wine not
I conduit
LaVAzza
Now I use a glass.
“Once in a blue moon.”
The bar tender said "I'm sorry, we don't serve food here."
Currently he’s behind bars .
Net newt rally tea
Just ice.
