This was a conversation i happened upon when i was swing dancing at the SOB barn.
“How were you this moring?
“Draggin a little, you?
“Oooh, I went to church DRUNK. Ha ha.”
“Ha, yeah I bet, you guys put away a lot of alcohol.”
“Yeah, ha ha. Well thank you and if I can ever DD for you on my bicycle, I will.
“Ha! Gee, I’ll keep that in mind. You’ll have to come party with me and the boys. We certainly have a good time.”
“Uh huh. I’ve done away with 26 beers one night.”
“What?! No! Your so tiny…and a chick! You lack the special enzyme to digest alcohol too.”
“Yes I did! Ha ha.”
“No way. That’s like…three gallons!”
“Seriously. I grew up in Poland and have been drinking since I was thirteen. I have a high tolerance”
“Huh………………..I wonder how much alcohol it takes a bear to get drunk.”
“Oh my god! Only you Patrick. Haha. Lets dance!”
“Mmm, Cherry Poppin Daddies? Ok. Lets get busy!”