Goodnight, Cait.

So my nerd-o, naked big titted trophy winning sister comes in my room to say good night and she had this wonderful piece of fashon on. She's 16 years old and barely scratches 100 pounds, I am willing to bet that the smell of Jack Daniels would send her straight to an AA meeting, and yet she's wearing a long sleeved T from the man, the myth, the legend, Jack Daniels himself.

Wait a minute, I want boozin sleepwear.

Budweiser, if you are reading this, please mail me something budweiser to sleep in... Feel free to send me ten 30-racks, once I drink them all I can stitch together the empty cases.

That is all.

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