The Wrong Drink?

Feb 12, 2004 23:45

It was four in the morning and he had been drinking a little. He had just come home from a party and had one thing on his mind- he really had to go to the bathroom. Nothing was more important to him at the moment than to find a bathroom but as he got to his front door he realized it was unlocked. Maybe he had forgotten to lock it when he left. It wasn't so important anyway, after all he was there now and it seemed as though nothing was missing. As he entered, he locked the door. There. Now it was locked. He pat the door knob and mumbled "Good boy." He then proceeded to the bathroom.
Jorge was obviously not a big drinker. He was convinced of this, and took pride in it. At least his friends thought of him as light weight. Jorge was never sure what a light weight really was but he had always thought it meant something good. As he stumbled into the bathroom he felt as though there was something different about thetoilet. He just couldn't put his finger on it. When he was done, he walked into the living room where he soon realized his fifty inch plasma TV was missing. He couldn't concentrate at the moment, so he decided to call the cops first thing in the morning. With this in mind, he fell on to the couch and slept. It only took a few moments for the cops to come. It seems the neighbors had beat him to it. They had done so with reason, for there was a drunk man in their house and he pee-ed in the dog's bowl.
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