They both like to crack open a cold one
It cracked.
Oh no, my ice cracked!
Because they never have any sandwiches.
Them: I think it's Lit Me: I mean I like the song but I wouldn't call it lit...
Two. One to hold the bulb, and one to drink until the room starts spinning.
I forget
They both love to crack open a cold one.
Mourning Wood
