A drunk guy just slapped me on the arm and tried to get me to buy him an ice cream cone.
I certainly hope you said yes.
I did not. I’m not a big fan of the mid-day drunks.
Where’s the love?
Get a cat or a dog. I’m much more likely to give to someone who has a cat or dog.
Can’t be, Fat Al’s out of town.
A drunk guy? You can’t call me by my name anymore? This is just sad, and I’m still waiting for that ice cream cone.
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