Flashback to me giving him the keys to the car to get more beer* ME: I let him outside.
They both have wet noses.
One good turn deserves another.
Me: Let's start with the answer, then work on the problem, ok
Alright, let's get down to beeswax!
Cause their cars are always Stalin
The license number of the car that hit him.
Because they'll get sand in their Schlitz.
He brews!
Me: I have a fake garden rock w/a key inside. Police: They found it Me: They threw it through the window.
Not breaking up
I was shooting craps. "Oh you went to a casino " *flashback to blasting dog turds with shotgun* Um, yeah.
Flashback to me being asked to leave the meeting because I couldn't stop giggling after someone said "abreast" me:Good