Drink every time she mentions:
Sidewalk/pavement
Rain
Being exclusively off her guard for you
2am
Running fingers through hair
Green Eyes
Passenger Seat
Smile
Finish your drink if she steals your man by the end of the song
(This drinking game brought to you by the miller lite we found in the parking lot)
*finish two drinks if Jessica crys
My Alan Rickman poster has finally ripped. Now must search internet to find replacement.

Never will this ever make sense to me. Why would you “cover” something in cheese and “smother” it in onions. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
And while we’re at it, “chunked ham” sounds like something I wouldn’t want anywhere near my food.
I could go on for days about the complexities of the Waffle House menu. (Full disclosure: 95% will be a rant questioning the fiscal reasonableness of keeping the Ribeye Steak dinner on the menu (Steak and salad?! At a place whose main draw is that you can drunkly vomit in the bathroom mid meal and nobody will give a fuck? Who is ordering this?!))
The rationality of this rant increases with drunk.