Last night I attended a rip-roaring shindig for new years, YOU GOTTA PARTY.
I got there around 9pm with Kylie, Jenna, and Mike in tow, and poured myself a drink.
NOW, I'm sippin' on my drank, about half way through, so I can't say I'm exactly feeling it at this point. Meanwhile I'm speaking with a guy named Colton, who seems to either have a consistant case of the shakes, or is very frightened by me.
Okay, okay, maybe he's just a little shy. But we're talking about where he goes to school, his hometown, etc. Gotta love that small talk!
After about 10 minutes of conversation, I suppose I've managed to get him to loosen up a bit, but I must have said something offensive, as per usual.
He looks at me during a slight silence, and says "So you're already drunk, hey?"
Really?
I look back at him,
"No, I'm always this loud and rude."
And I bet he thought I was joking! No respect these days.
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