Loose lips sink, uh . . .
Yeah, so? So I laid one on a strange woman with a bad hairdo. I probably enjoyed it at the time. And what’s the worse that can happen? Cooties? And she ain’t that unattractive. Maybe she has a sparkling personality. If it wasn’t for alcohol 90 percent of the population would be single. If I run into her again I’ll buy her a drink, say, “Geez, I was loaded that night, I have to use the loo,” then slip off to the next bar to kiss some other terrible creature. Woo-hoo!
Beware of hopsheads
Yeah, right. Beer, heroin—same deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go break into my neighbor’s house so I can score a sixer of Coors Light. And these motherfuckers want us to take them seriously.