I love big jugs.
Filled with beer that is. Especially on St. Patrick’s day; or any day. Lets face it, I love beer.
Beer
A woman drove me to drink and I didn’t even have the decency to thank her.
It’s the best thing she ever did for me.
Searching for inappropriate stuff on the internet when you’re drunk is called Beer Googles.
Admit it, you’ve awoken in the morning to see what you were Googling last night and were a bit shocked and embarrassed.
Happy Father’s Day! Free Beer!
Man, wouldn’t that be great? To bad you have to buy it like everyone else. Happy Father’s Day anyway.
I like my beer like I like my women. Intoxicating and Irish.
Who am I kidding? As long as she’s intoxicated, I’m good.
Green beer wants to be inside you.
I don’t know what it is about green better, but it just looks so tasty and is amazing around this time o’year.
We have beer as cold as your ex-girlfriends heart.
And in this scenario, cold is good. Mmm so good. Enjoy this for a little while and you’ll forget all about her and possibly find someone new. Someone who cares for you, lets you watch football and buys you beer. It could happen.
I’m not addicted to beer, it’s addicted to me.
No matter how hard I try to get away, beer always finds me again. It’s everywhere! via explosm.net