Anyone representing a nation that has a beer drinking team is a must have at my house for BBQ.
I think quite possibly that this man is my long lost little brother & MOM is the mum I should have had.
Ima not allowed at the beer olympics anymore. I once took a paid gig drinking beer for market research, and was thus viewed as a professional athlete & DQ'd from further competitions.
On a lighter note.
It looks like we gotta throw the MIL mattress away!!
and it will be a miracle if we dont have to burn down the whole house and need to perform an exorcism as well.
Fucken dirty, dirty bitch. How the fuck do stinky feet kill a near new mattress and so far render a WHOLE FUCKING ROOM UNUSABLE??
Open the god damn door and I wanna puke. It still creeps thru the house like an insipid nerve gas
Then WTF happens when she want to fucking come back??
I gotta buy a new mattress everytime she comes?
Or I gotta go bribe a hobo with a bag of plonk for his dirty urine infested swag?
I swear to jeebus, this is sum bad fucken ju-ju