Instead of busting through the wall screaming “OH YEAH” she just kinda stumbles out of your bathroom with a lit cigarette and a rolled up newspaper coughing up last night’s bourbon.
Things that this guy does better than you: party, rock out, and be a complete bad ass.
Oh sweet! It’s one of those hidden image stereograms. You have to relax your eyes to see the sailboat.
She still thinks it is 1968, and I’m still thinking about asking her to boogie on down with me!