I bet many of you thought all that “Don’t get your girl get Burrelled” talk was a joke. Well who’s joking now? Pat the Bat fondling titties like soft high pops to left. According to some crack investigative journalism (aka Twitter), we now know Pat’s whereabouts for the entire weekend, including Irish Pub, Pen and Pencil (twice), The Cafe, and probably your girlfriend’s uterus.
Is that a punch-top Miller Lite can? That’s veteran leadership opting for the smooth pour.