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Moustache: The Pabst Homeworld needs me!
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It’s covered in flannel.
AH! PIE! – The Aftermath
And there’s still four days left to the bender.
Dranksgiving
This counts as a pun, right?
Fuck The Police
Don’t ask.
Drunk Santa
A long time ago, on a magical night, I met drunken Santa Claus. He filled our night with Christmas jeer and left in a puff of urine-scented vapour.
They say, if you listen real closely, on a dank winter’s night, you can hear him vomiting on himself.
Alcoholic Bug
What’s the point of the three extra drinks? He still only has one mouth!