Movie Buddy and I watched a very serious movie last night. Serious movies call for manly, serious drinks. I left the Loopy Vodka at home and brought the Port, a manly drink.
After drinking the equivalent of a bottle of said manly drink, I had to you know.... At the best of times, Movie Buddy's couch tries to eat me. When I'm slightly (or more) impaired, it's a struggle. Movie Buddy gets up to help me. He holds his hands out to help me and I look at him and say "I don't have any bones." Then I precede to collapse into giggles. Movie Buddy just shakes his head and sighs.
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