Keith Richards totally snorted his father.
Keith Richards absolutely positively one hundred percent took his father's ashes and put them in his nose.
On the sign in front of the Burp Castle, from now on, I'm going to write, "beers strong enough to make you want to snort your Dad."
We make you want to snort your parents.
Speaking of the Burp Castle(again), what would you do if a non-English speaking patron from Colombia tried to explain to you what it was like to work in the liposuction business in New Jersey?
Listen with rapt attention.
That guy did an amazing impression of a vacuum cleaner.
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I would have snorted a bit of my dad if I had been given the choice, I think.
But then again, maybe not.
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