My Sober Mind and My Drunk Mind
have a conversation:
Sober Mind: Wow this bar kinda of sucks, it's not very crowded, there isn't even anyone here that is that good looking..
Drunk Mind: What are you talking about lady?! I just passed three hotties on my way to the bar!
SM: Um are you talking about the two French Canadians wearing Wayne's World t Shirts and their mom?
DM: YES HELLO! WAKE UP! GRAB A PENIS!
SM: grab a what..ok stop, seriously stop, put your hands down, I don’t think throwing your hands up in the air in a fit of joy is going to get you anyone…no no, stop dancing, I don’t think there is a dance floor here...
DM: But they are playin my music!
SM: They are playing Rod Stewart.
DM Exactly.
SM: (sigh)
DM: And what are you talking about Ladymarmalade?! There’s a dance floor right here, and I can tell that hot guy is looking at me from across the room... he wants THIS...
SM: That is a lesbian.
DM: Think I should go dance with him?
SM: ahh, no, that is definitely a lesbian.
DM: A thespian? I fucking love actors! I am going to make my way over there…are you coming with me?
SM: Coming with you where? You are sitting on the floor. You can’t sit on the floor you know…
DM: Floor shmore I’m just takin a nap, just a little damn nap, no one will notice me under this stool…
SM: You cant sleep under this stool, and that dude at the bar asked if you could stop petting his leg.
DM: hmmm interesting thought... then what will I lay my head on?
SM: How about we go home?
DM: Ahh yes, let’s go home, but first let me grab the hottie in the corner and bring him with us...
SM: the lesbian?
DM: ahh yes, that will do.
