Since when can I not shake a jigger over my head at eleven-thirty p.m.? For Christ's sake (note: this post is no longer paralleling the Gospel) I've been known mix drinks at two in the morning, or even later. So what is this shit?
"Apparently when people are trying to sleep they often find loud noise bothersome."
Oh ok, well how about this, how about this: I left my dishes in the dishwasher over the weekend. My roommate left me a note telling me I left my dishes in the dishwasher. Shit, dicker, I know I left my dishes in the dishwasher. I'm the one that left them, aren't I?
"That might have been a nuisance if your roommate was trying to do his own dishes."
Mother doesn't have any dishes.
"Well in that case he's just a dick."
Damn straight he is. He didn't even ask me to move them.
"Oh please."
I know right. Man, you understand. This shit is really wacky.
"Believe me brother, I've had all the same problems. It is a-whole-nother kind of shit.
Man yoa're tight. I have enjoyed this little talk.
"Me too man. Your really neat. Yes I can."
Sheeeeit
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