This short scene is brought to you by the letter crunk
UGA: Congratulations!
Me: What?
UGA: You're now officially a college student.
Me: Pourquoi?
UGA: Because you haven't been sober since Wednesday, and you're still drinking. And you've made plans to drink for the rest of the week.
Me: Oh. Yeah. About that. YEAH!!!
UGA: WCH-AT?
Me: I said YEAH!!!!
UGA: WCH-AT?
Me: I SAID YEA-H!!!!
UGA: OK!!!!
Me: Get down wit my black self.
UGA: So, I'll see you tomorrow night.
Me: YEA-H!!!!
UGA: (mumbles something)
Me: Speak up. Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch? Is Wayne Brady gonna have to kill a bitch.
UGA: Tell you what. Let's get crunker than crunk at the end of this week in some club.
Liver: Help me! Someone please
Me: Shut the FUCK UP!!!
UGA: Who the HELL do you think you are?
Liver: (pointing to me) He was doing so well. He hadn't touched a drink in so long and I was healing nicely.
Me: Healing time's over bi-atch!!!!
Liver: Nooooo!!!
Me: YEA-HHHHH!!!!
UGA: Take that muthafucka!!!
(both of us laugh)
Liver: I'm melting
Lungs: Help. Me. He's on the pizzipe.
UGA: WCH-AT?
Lungs: He's on the pizzipe.
Me: WCH-AT?
Liver & Lungs: You're on the pipe muthafucka. And the bottle. And you's killin us both.
UGA and Me: YEA-HHH!!!
Me: Wayne Brady just killed a bitch muthafucka.
Sober Edit: I'm not sure what's more amazing: that I did that while completely drunk or that my organs and personified (right literary term?) objects/concepts have conversations with me. Either way, they are two amazing feats.
Me: What?
UGA: You're now officially a college student.
Me: Pourquoi?
UGA: Because you haven't been sober since Wednesday, and you're still drinking. And you've made plans to drink for the rest of the week.
Me: Oh. Yeah. About that. YEAH!!!
UGA: WCH-AT?
Me: I said YEAH!!!!
UGA: WCH-AT?
Me: I SAID YEA-H!!!!
UGA: OK!!!!
Me: Get down wit my black self.
UGA: So, I'll see you tomorrow night.
Me: YEA-H!!!!
UGA: (mumbles something)
Me: Speak up. Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch? Is Wayne Brady gonna have to kill a bitch.
UGA: Tell you what. Let's get crunker than crunk at the end of this week in some club.
Liver: Help me! Someone please
Me: Shut the FUCK UP!!!
UGA: Who the HELL do you think you are?
Liver: (pointing to me) He was doing so well. He hadn't touched a drink in so long and I was healing nicely.
Me: Healing time's over bi-atch!!!!
Liver: Nooooo!!!
Me: YEA-HHHHH!!!!
UGA: Take that muthafucka!!!
(both of us laugh)
Liver: I'm melting
Lungs: Help. Me. He's on the pizzipe.
UGA: WCH-AT?
Lungs: He's on the pizzipe.
Me: WCH-AT?
Liver & Lungs: You're on the pipe muthafucka. And the bottle. And you's killin us both.
UGA and Me: YEA-HHH!!!
Me: Wayne Brady just killed a bitch muthafucka.
Sober Edit: I'm not sure what's more amazing: that I did that while completely drunk or that my organs and personified (right literary term?) objects/concepts have conversations with me. Either way, they are two amazing feats.