Three Generations of Imbeciles are Enough

I rolled out of bed at noon today.
I poured a juice glass of Gilbey's with an ice cube and sat on the porch with Newports 100.

Mark "Porkchop" Holder is a good man.

I saw a former high school classmate the other day, now he's fat and works at a department store. He didn't recognize me and I pretended the same.

As they say, " You gotta vomit if you ever wanna dance"
so let the vomiting begin.