Five Irish Car Bombs (drop a shot of Bailey's into half a glass of guiness and guzzle)
Two Frangelicos on ice
One shot of Jack Daniels
One Coors Light
Three Black Butte Porters
One Dead Nazi
And then things started getting fuzzy. I went to my Mom's house for Easter around 10 this morning and she asked "how are you feeling."
"Still drunk," I replied.
Just what a Mother wants to hear, I'm sure.
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