Even I'm not uncouth enough to wear that shirt in public. Kudos, my misogynistic friend, kudos.
There's something so endearing about old, sloppy-drunk men throwing up signs like they're extras in a Snoop Dogg video circa 1993.
I find the ski goggles to be a particularly inspired choice for mocking the drunk dude.
Uh, what? I've got some bad news: You don't get drunker when you slurp down booze sideways. Or elevated in the air. Trust me: I've tried too many times.
Ah, revelry: Why does the man with the streamers look like he'd rather be having a root canal?
Heavens, that drunkard be happy. I can't hate. Today, let's celebrate! Until gravity works its horrible, terrible magic. Then we'll say, "I told you so."
Is it just me, or is the gentleman in the background flicking himself off? Why the hate, baby? We all 'bout the love here. You need a big ol' hug.
In my long, well-lubricated annals of inebriation, I've never mistaken Band-Aids for food. Brings new meaning to plastered! Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha? I'm going to go back to sleep now.
Lordy, lordy, that looks like an orgy. And lots of...fun?