"Pssht. Hey, you shee that girl over there? I’m-i’m-*hic*-I’mma tell you shumshin about her. She’sh like…HOT. Like, ‘bro, the house is on fire’ hot. Like, if I got her in a room alone, the THINGSH I’D DO, MAN. You have no idea.
Like, I’d TOTALLY ashk her out. And then I’d like, take her for a walk on the beach, and we could watch za moon -*hic*- and then…”
He leans in close, looking to make sure this next part is extra confidential.
"…I’d walk her home, and look into thoshe pretty eyesh and then…oh, then…"
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"I’d TOTALLY go for the ol’ dip and shmooch. I KNOW, what can I tellsh ya? I’m a WILD MAN!"
God dammit, Jericho. Even getting atom-bomb DRUNK can’t stop you from being king of the lamers.