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A Curious Drunk

A drunk has a question for the bartender "Hey!! Whazzup mah man!? Fill dat to da brim, will ya? And Oh, have you been so drunk out of yo medulla oblongata ya blurted out stuff ya thought were weird like blaqbovyitch!! and yestrusri!! to someone you were talking to but they weren't weird after all but then ya go and make it weird by tryna make sense, when ya made sense in da first place;confusing the hell outta yoself, like huh? wondering "blacka blacka Whoa?" and dat dude and dat moment got really weird, real fast? Neither have I. You? Is dat true?" Bartender: Huh? That's it. No more drinks for you. I'm calling you a cab. Date written: 05/31/2020

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