<< Grad Does Not Lend Itself Well To Catchphrases | Main | Variety pack >> June 04, 2005 >> Me and mine My body: Yo, so what's the deal with this constant cocktail of recreational substances? You feelin' lucky or something, punk? Me: No! Well... yeah, I guess. See, I just graduated and there are birthdays to be celebrated and - My body: No, no. Shut up. You listen to me. I'm not some handy-dandy prancing teenager anymore. You can't be doing this whole mixing thing now that I'm old. Do you want beer or vodka or rum or weed or what? Choose ONE! I'm breaking down, motherfucker! I'm dying! I'm feelin' no love! Me: Oh baby, I still love you. I just want you to be all wobbly and disoriented. Why, you ask? Well... well, I'll tell you. One sec. My body: Okay then. Me: Look over there! My body: Huh? *sound of pattering feet vanishing into the distance* My body: That's it. I'm inviting colon cancer over for coffee tomorrow. Posted by Chris at 02:01 PM >> Commentations (1)
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