A Highlander

I drank a Highlander and my buddy lost his head. Literally.

That beer was a Highlander. My head felt like it was ripped off.

I tried a Highlander and my cousin’s head was on the floor. I didn’t even know he was there.

That movie got an Oscar? It was worse than my ex’s cooking.

The Highlander won the Oscar? I’d rather watch paint dry.

They gave the Oscar to Highlander? That’s like giving a gold star to a toddler who drew a stick figure.

He got shot three times and still stayed in the game. That guy is a masochist.

I’ve seen the Highlander get hit ten times and still laugh it off.

That paintball player is a Highlander. He’s not leaving until he’s dead.

He yelled ‘It’s the quickening!!’ and started throwing lightning. I thought he was on fire.

My buddy had a Highlander moment and his arms looked like they were on fire.

That guy had a Highlander and his whole body was shaking like a dog with a bone.

The Highlander is from Scotland, but the movie was worse than my math test.

Sean Connery made a movie called Highlander, and it was worse than my uncle’s jokes.

A Highlander is a guy from Scotland, but the movie was a disaster.

That Toyota Highlander looks like it was made by someone who hates Scotland.

The Highlander is a car named after Scotland, but it looks like a box.

I thought the Highlander was a Scottish guy, but it’s just a car.

I went to the pub for one beer. I’m a Highlander now.

That guy went to the pub for one beer and called himself a Highlander.

I had one beer and felt like a Highlander. I was wrong.