“Hey man, yagottahelpme…hic…there’s a crazy guy, good guy, smart guys, who’s really really drunk, and he’s trying to drive his car…my car…a car…he’s trying to drive, and that’s a bad idea. He can barely walk, and I just really gotta pee …He’s gotta pee so bad! And he’s wearing a red shirt, and has a kissable face. This guy FUUUUUCKS, but right now shouldn’t drive…”

“Yeah. Hey, let’s get you nice and situated on this here bench, inside this cell. Don’t worry. You and your red shirt will be perfectly fine…”

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