How Stella became the most popular gal in the bar.
What the hell am I talking about? I'm pretty much sloshed all the time!
Molly's large intestine really objected to her drinking.
Another butterbeer, Tom! And a cracker for Polly!
The name's Bland. James Bland. I'll take a regular martini. No special instructions. No olives? No problem.
Fred will never forget his first encounter with the spitting cats of the plains.
I can has MOAR funny LOLcats?