BRILLIANT IDEAS THAT SOMETIMES COME TO ME AFTER DRINKING FOUR WHITE RUSSIANS**
1) Hey guys, let's take off all of our clothes and go swimming in a very cold lake. Flashlights? We don't need flashlights. Really, isn't finding your clothes in the pitch-black-ness half the fun?
2) I think maybe I should punch a Coke machine. I feel sure that my hand won't hurt at all the next day. Really. Ouch.
3) We should dress up the neighbors' guinea pigs like Nazis!
I know, I know. Nazis aren't funny ever. But let's be honest--guinea pig Nazis?? Always funny.
If you're not convinced, picture the little Nazi guinea pigs doing a charming dance. If that's not funny, then your sense of humor muscles are broken.
In retrospect, it's possible that the title of this entry should be, "REASONS WHY I SHOULDN'T DRINK EVER"
**The drink, not the people. The only idea I get after drinking four white Russian people is, "I might be a cannibal. Also possibly a racist.
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