WHO SAYS ROMANCE IS DEAD?
Man talks to vodka, confesses undying love for jail cell urinal
(Thanks to jon harris)
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Man talks to vodka, confesses undying love for jail cell urinal
(Thanks to jon harris)
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Been there, done that, seen the movie, bought the t-shirt.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | March 09, 2013 at 10:36 AM
Chelsea Handler, we have FOUND your dream man.
Posted by: padraig | March 09, 2013 at 11:02 AM
Who said romance is dead. The altar of love.
Posted by: Loudmouth | March 09, 2013 at 01:01 PM
One night after a particularly bad week in the emergency room, a group of us decided it would be a great idea to blow off some steam so we went to a fine establishment in S.C. called "Possum Holler". It was ladies night, so the beer was free, and they had a male strip show! I don't remember having a conversation with any toilets but I do remember the next day I asked God several times to please take me now. Good times.
Posted by: nursecindy | March 09, 2013 at 01:06 PM
Good on you NC. It wasn't in Pumpkin Town, was it? Have you read George Singleton's books. He lives near me and I think you would enjoy them.
Posted by: Ken_in_SC (@Ken_in_SC) | March 09, 2013 at 01:59 PM
Thanks Ken. I haven't read any of George Singleton's books but I'm definitely going to. Possum Holler was near York, SC. I'm not sure if it's still there or not. It use to be the place to go.
Posted by: nursecindy | March 09, 2013 at 05:01 PM
"I talk to the vodka,
My words are all carried away.
I talk to the police,
They do not care,
The cops do not care."
Posted by: Omniskeptic | March 10, 2013 at 08:55 AM