I was out with a friend from college and we were getting absolutely bombed, to the point where even I was too embarrassed to talk to girls. That's pretty much my stopping point; when I won't talk to a girl because I think I'm too shit-faced.
I stopped drinking, but my friend didn't, and after awhile I guess the management was not pleased with the way that my friend just sat on his bar stool, swaying back and forth, trying not to fall off. The bouncer tells me that my friend is too drunk and has to leave. Thinking quickly, I replied,
Tucker "No man, he's not drunk, he's got M.S.; you know--Multiple Sclerosis."
Bouncer "Oh shit dude, I didn't realize. Sorry about that, just keep an eye on him okay?"
Tucker "Yeah, no problem. I'm used to it."
As I sober up, I begin talking too this girl. We're talking about baseball or fashion or something, when all of the sudden, she busts out with "Yeah, I go to a party and see pot, I think to myself 'these people are so lame.' Now if I see coke I know it'll be a good time..."
Time to order shots.
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