Eat Shit And Die
First impressions a bitch.
He gets up the next morning for breakfast and he'd drained another bottle of scotch he had in his luggage. And we're sitting around the dining room table and he just goes in his stilted English, "Ladies and gentlemen? Kiss my ass." And then he faceplanted into his breakfast plate and my dad ordered my brother and I to cart him back to bed so he could sleep it off again.
I cant lie, I know who i would end up with talking shit with in the kitchen of a house party at 7am.
He sounds the absolute tits.