Hold my beer while I fight this lamppost.
BOO'S.
Because he wanted to drink two beers with his lunch.
Two. One to hold the ladder and one to screw your mother - I mean light bulb!
Squidnappers!
You don't talk about fight club.
Leave them to slug it out.
Me: A bowl of Oreos. CW: Lol you mean Cherrios Me: No.
Him: The fact that you're calling ingredients tools means u shouldnt be in charge of this.
I swear to god the next time I see this happen, I'll roll down my window and throw my beer at them.
Buuuurrrrrr!!!