Me: You just give the bartender your order. Her: ... Me: It's really pretty easy. Her: *leaves*
Because he can't reach for the Grey Goose
You invite two of them.
Leave it out in the sun until its Bill Withers
He kept leaving ball marks on the greens.
Subtract her clothes, divide her legs, give her a square root and watch her multiply.
Girl: My place, 250...your place 400!
A weapons designer for the First Order.
I'm sorry, we don't serve food here
Ok you 2 dont start anything
I'm ready to partiem with my perdiem *sorry, not a dad, and the bar tender didn't laugh either