When you're drunk, for some reason it is fun. When you wake up the next day, you don't see how it could possibly have been fun. For instance, here is me winning a bet and shoving a wooden spoon up my friend's butt. I look like I'm having fun, right? But now, looking at the picture, I'm just wondering what happened to that spoon, you know what I mean?
Do you have any pics of you making an ass out of yourself? I could use some equilibrium here (Please note that i
did win the bet....I'll never understand how people can put their ass on the line, quite literally, when they are not 100% sure of a win).
