BananaHands
Staff member
Unless there's whiskey involved. Then I become "Whiskey Greg". And then gloves are off.
Back in school, we had a friend we called "Macho Super Greg" when he got drunk. We even made him a special shirt at the mall t-shirt shop.. had a big "MSG" superhero logo on the front. He suddenly became the most interesting man in the world, and he'd dance with short, short chicks (he was like 6'1) by picking them up and swaying them back and forth to the music. And this was not slow music.Unless there's whiskey involved. Then I become "Whiskey Greg". And then gloves are off.
Yeah, that's just what you needed. An emotionally unstable woman with a biological clock ticking and a younger sister about to get married.and then coffee tables, yadda yadda.
Or you might steal the girl I was into
The doin' it woulda been nice :IYeah, that's just what you needed. An emotionally unstable woman with a biological clock ticking and a younger sister about to get married.
Whiskey Greg is fun. But I don't remember gloves being involved?Unless there's whiskey involved. Then I become "Whiskey Greg". And then gloves are off.
I'm sure no one else does that... and by no one i mean everyone.Maybe I just use alcohol as an excuse more than what it "does" to me heh....
If the evening is done right they are! Though I am almost always a happy drunk, with things generally getting progressively more slutty and adventurous. Considering that my usual and sober drive home most days exceeds 100mph the drunken ideas can veer from adventurous to downright stupid to how-the-hell-are-we-still-alive?I just thought all those were just phases of the evening...
Don't worry, Juice. I still choo-choo-choose you.