I know that look. That's the look of someone who's about to tell you that you're their best friend in the world...right before they puke in your shoes.
And to think, all this could have been avoided by correcting a simple typo. You're supposed to be a trunk, not a drunk.
Aw, geez. That purse is totally about to unload its stomach. Can somebody get this bag a bag?
Sorry. I didn't mean to let my temper get the best of me. I had no idea that you had "resting coaxial face." Here, lemme buy you a drink.
Ah, we've all been there. Who can forget all those days in college when you wake up floating with a spike driven through your skull, right guys? ...Guys?
You sure you're drunk? You look more stoned to us.
I guess we can't blame this guy for being a bit tipsy. He is beer, after all.
C'mon, Fred. We have company coming over tonight. At least wipe the apron off your lip and come say hello.
Never before have I so wanted to buy a cup of coffee and throw it at a brick wall. But hey, he needs it more than I do.
Sorry, buddy, but I wouldn't try washing any laundry this morning. Your machine is clearly in no state for work. Just let it sleep it off.
I love hanging out with this guy, but feel awful because I can never remember his name. It's...the thing that catches the clicky part of a door, right? What do you call that thing? Ah, I'm doing it again!
Oh great. As if the heater wasn't warm enough, now he's been doing shots of Jäger.
Hey, dude. Wipe up your mouth with some...oh, I see you got it already. Never mind.
Alright, guys. If this thing even thinks about driving itself home, we're calling the cops.
I'll never look at a bathroom coat hook the same way again.