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last night was one of those nights where it was almost funnier for not working out than it would've been if it had. because either way I wound up plastered, it just took longer this way, but I got the joy of watching Billy drag a guy (whom I once almost dated before realizing he was dumb as a post) out of the bar in a headlock, past a big group of the guy's friend's, while he screamed "I gotta go, man! I gotta go!" in increasingly terrified, high-pitched tones. without this adventure and the two hours of drama surrounding it, we also would not have gotten this quote:

"he's got a fuckin' monkey in his ass. and tonight he pulled it out and swung it around and it flung poo at us and then he stuck it back in. ...he's really emotional when he has a monkey in his ass."

and like I said, got drunk either way eventually, and this way we had someone to make fun of the whole time we were drinking, so hey.