Pabst Smeared - When you’re so drunk from PBR that you’re talking to the wal

When you’re so drunk from PBR that you’re talking to the wall and it’s arguing back.

I woke up and my dog was staring at me like I was a piece of meat.

I tried to make coffee and spilled it on my shirt like a bad magician.

I told my dad I was the president and he believed me for five minutes.