Anyway, in the 5 minutes it took me to get up off the couch and pour a glass of Pedialyte (the best hang-over preventative) Joe had fallen asleep in my place on the couch - Once again.
I grabbed the camera, shot the pic, and was rewarded with a "disk full" message. Yup, it's time for another round of Drinky Joe pics - Series nine is complete. Here's a taste:
Go on down to the Drinky Joe space for the mother-lode of pics. It's like a cyber petting zoo, for all of your drunken Dago viewing needs.
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The worst part is alcoholics get night sweats. Gross. If I were you, I'd start peeing on his stuff.
Sons of bitches!
You know, the Old Dog and I have a theory that Drinky Joe is really dead and you just sort of toss him on your couch a la Weekend at Bernie's.
Are we nuts...
...or are we next?
Weekend at Drinkie's would be a great movie. Somebody get Ron Howard on the phone.
Unfortunately, I'm living "Weekend at Drinkie's". It's not funny - It just ,smells funny.
Although, now that I think about it, Gunderson and I did have a hell of a time pelting him with spit-wads for several minutes without him waking up. I think my exact words were "I never thought that this could get old, but here we are".
That sound like fun. You should have posted pics of that action. The big wet toilet paper wad is one of my favorite roommate attack weapons.
I genuinely get the feeling that the wife and I were intruding on his "territory" the couple of nights that we crashed on the couch last February... sort of an evil look from him when he awoke in the middle of the afternoon. Not to mention that night I awoke to the sounds of him snoring and Milo farting...
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