The first time I consumed alcohol, a man with no arms and no legs drove us to the store to buy us alcohol.
I won’t tell any more of that story because that’s as good as that story gets.
Edit for the homies: 0 this over 21 years old alcohol buyer/purveyor brought us to a place where me and friends could consume said alcohol. The police showed up.
We all got up and ran…
If you’re wondering if anybody had to wear with all to pick up the person without any arms or legs…
We did not. I know I said the story didn’t have anything else for telling. But now, I swear, this is the end of what is worth telling.
Whats the moral here?
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Haha that and your user name make this great
And is prob a better driver than 60% of the idiots on the road too
She was born with short legs, not without them.
Yep, perfect place for an Oxford comma.
It could also be rephrased as “born with short legs and no arms”
