Looks like taking a few tabs of acid on the booze cruise wasn't the best idea. Later on that night as Jimbo continued to see small animals talking to him, his wife put his balls in a vice and castrated him. Good work pal
The hot-dog burp this guy released moments later caused a chain reaction of panic, projectile vomiting, and uncontrollable weeping. Some say it was the best night of their lives.
What's worse than being a cab driver in NYC? Running over a magical leprechaun on St. Patty's Day. Good luck finding the gold now, Sabul (actual name of driver).
Regardless of the results, I have a feeling these two have a bright future together. Call me crazy, but during that abnormally excessive celebration dance, I saw a twinkle in his eye. A love twinkle.
