Funniest fucked up shit ever

 You came home with your large Icehouse beer (2 regular sizes)

I left for appt.  On the way home you said "can you pick me up a beer at drive-through"?  "I'd love to I said" (Complete sarcasm) So I did.

I pulled in the drive and your car was moved.  I said "where did you go"?  You said "WHY would I go anywhere? Oh yes, I went and got more beer"!

Soooo...you buy one on way home. Drink it at home, leave and buy more. Text me to pick up another. This is asinine I'm thinking. So I said.......

"Why don't you just buy a 12 or 24 pack of  beer so you don't always have to stop and buy one after work"?

Your reply......this is fucking hilarious......

"Because Sometimes I just want ONE beer after work"😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Read that again.

No seriously

READ THAT AGAIN ....."Because Sometimes I just want ONE beer after work".

 So...if you buy a 12 or 24 pack of beer, are you required to drink all of it?  I barely could contain the laughter.  You've got to be fucking kidding me.

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