Last night a young man had an accident here. His pants were all wet, "I was sneaking a beer through your house and it exploded!"
"No, I have heard this before...you wet yourself!"
Maybe his buttocks developed a taste for aluminum? then "POW!" Dribble, dribble, splash."
The wrong choice of cargo for his cargo pants.
I told him the wine cellar is just like Vegas, whatever happens here, stays here, light a match, barf, crap your pants and the smell is waiting for you to come back in to it.
Thanks Alot!
I couldn't get very upset with him over this because he had never been here before and he had no evil intent...then I was wondering what the old cellar thought about this? A whiff of beer could get those old molecules frenzied up from beer brewing days of the past.
Baby brews running around without a liquor license!
"Whaa! Blubber-Blubber!" Whaa!"
"Are you my Daddy?"
"No, I have heard this before...you wet yourself!"
Maybe his buttocks developed a taste for aluminum? then "POW!" Dribble, dribble, splash."
The wrong choice of cargo for his cargo pants.
I told him the wine cellar is just like Vegas, whatever happens here, stays here, light a match, barf, crap your pants and the smell is waiting for you to come back in to it.
Thanks Alot!
I couldn't get very upset with him over this because he had never been here before and he had no evil intent...then I was wondering what the old cellar thought about this? A whiff of beer could get those old molecules frenzied up from beer brewing days of the past.
Baby brews running around without a liquor license!
"Whaa! Blubber-Blubber!" Whaa!"
"Are you my Daddy?"
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