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I was reading a story where someone got really, really drunk and was saying amusing things, and it flashed me back to one night at the resort in California where I used to work. I was sitting in the employee lounge after hours (we all lived on property, and they had a big building set aside for the employees with computers, television, and dinner tables), and a friend of mine came stumbling in. Evidently, he'd been in Vegas with some of his buddies and had just gotten back.
He stood at the counter for a moment, rooting around in the snacks until he found a box of Gob-stoppers, yammering at me the whole time. Then he walked over, grabbing a chair, and plopped down next to me. He looked at me for a moment, and seemed very serious, before he slurred, "I want to have a conversation."
"About what?" I asked.
"About Gob-stoppers."
I blinked at hiim.
"Gob-stoppers..." he paused, seemingly deep in thought, before finishing the thought with a decisive nod. "Are good."
He stood at the counter for a moment, rooting around in the snacks until he found a box of Gob-stoppers, yammering at me the whole time. Then he walked over, grabbing a chair, and plopped down next to me. He looked at me for a moment, and seemed very serious, before he slurred, "I want to have a conversation."
"About what?" I asked.
"About Gob-stoppers."
I blinked at hiim.
"Gob-stoppers..." he paused, seemingly deep in thought, before finishing the thought with a decisive nod. "Are good."