Hector recounts his evening out.
Him: ...I got really drunk.
Me: That's scary. You got really drunk?
Him: Why?
Me: Because I've seen you drink. You can drink a lot.
Him: Yeah, I can hold my liquor.
Me: Yeah!
Him: Yeah... I got, like, Tom Waits drunk.
Oooh, that's drunk. Only marginally better than a frontal lobotomy (you know his famous line?)
ReplyDeleteHa! Yes - a bottle in front of me!
ReplyDeleteChampagne for my real friends... and real pain for my sham friends!
Excellent! I didn't know that one.
ReplyDeleteIf my parole officer reads this blog I am SO done.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, Hector, he told me he stopped reading my blog sometime after all that Tim-Finn-sweaty-high-five madness. (How embarrassing!)
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