The only AOD I know (and care to know) is the brother of my best friend. Properly termed the "Angel of Death", he is well known in our circle for leaving a swath of destruction in his wake after he arrives at our local watering hole. In the front door, several "Lunch Box's", "Viper's" and a few odd and end Yaegermeister's later he exits the establishment leaving the entire crowd on the floor, semi-conscious.
I really don't equate cigar-wee in that same vein - he's to starchy for that debauchery...![]()
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