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Originally Posted by HumbleNarrator
jager drunk is somehow different than any other drunk. I feel like I can fly when it's the liquorish flavored deers blood in my veins. I once tried to fly into the back of a Ford F150, only to crash right into the rear side panel and end up in a pile of leaves.
Jager bombs in Irish bars in Austria are the best
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Try Becherovka next time and stop mixing it with red bull you damn fairy.