Babe Ruth's Disease
When you live life like it’s the last day on Earth and don’t care if you die in a pool of beer and smoke.
I drank all night, smoked like a dragon, and laughed so hard I cried. My dog looked at me like I was a monster.
My friend said I have Babe Ruth’s Disease because I drank my coffee out of a beer bottle and smoked in the library.
I tried to quit, but I ended up in a bar at 3 a. m. with no pants on.