Have you ever tried to fasten your seatbelt and realized you were in an ordinary chair?
What have you learned about Police Chiefs?
Who do you dislike this week?
Girl 1: “I said ‘Ew!’ Like ‘Oh!’ with an accent.”
Girl 2: “Oh.”
Girl 1: “Yeah, but ‘ew’.”
[slight pause as they look at boy on street]
Girl 1: “So I lost my panties at Jane’s but I bought some new ones. So it’s OK.”
Girl 2: “You did?”
Girl 1: “OK, so super cute. Yellow with blue. Like string bikinis. But…”
Girl 1: “Oh fuck, I left those at Jane’s too.”
Girl 2: “Aw.”
Girl 1: “Yeah.”
Both: “Ew!”
Last night, Chris Brogan, Amber Naslund, Lizz and myself were at one of those social media speaker suck-up dinners. We found the following ways to amuse ourselves during an otherwise stiff uneventful dinner party.
What ways can you think of to perplex waitstaff?
Just sayin’.
Everyone has that drunk friend. You know the one. Great person until alcohol has been imbibed. And everyone has a different reaction to alcohol. I’m Irish. I hate to stereotype my ancestors, but goddamn can we put it away! I never believed I could drink a lot until I started noticing that all my friends would hit the floor when I was just feeling a mild buzz.
I don’t slur when I’m drunk. I don’t stagger, nor do I drunk dial, drunk text or make statements I need to apologize for the next day. But there’s one thing that happens to me that gives my friends no end of amusement. I lose all sense of direction. Jesus could point me directly to the stairway to heaven and I’d end up in Satan’s executive washroom. It’s that bad.
So how about you? What do you do when heavily intoxicated?
I make things. People buy them.
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