Saturday, September 18, 2004
An Amusing Exchange
So my friend and I went to this play up near Loyola last night, which resulted in us riding the red line back south late at night with a rather large crowd of drunken college students. This allowed us to make friends with a progressive-thinking young fellow who was drinking directly from a box of wine (a fine white zinfandel, I believe).
"If anyone's got a problem with it, they can go to hell," he slurred. "This is a democracy, and I get to do whatever I want."
"Actually, that sounds more like a dictatorship," my friend countered. She's small and cute so she can say whatever she wants to drunks without getting punched.
"It's freedom. The Tenth Amendment, motherfucker!" came the reply.
"Are you a political science major?" I queried, ducking.
Fortunately, the alcohol took its toll before things could escalate, and an irritated-looking girl in a dress way too slutty for her build came to retrieve our new debate partner.
"She seemed happy," my friend said.
"Well, they've got a long night ahead of them," I posited. "He's still got to take her home and prematurely ejaculate on her before bed."
And a good time was had by all.
So my friend and I went to this play up near Loyola last night, which resulted in us riding the red line back south late at night with a rather large crowd of drunken college students. This allowed us to make friends with a progressive-thinking young fellow who was drinking directly from a box of wine (a fine white zinfandel, I believe).
"If anyone's got a problem with it, they can go to hell," he slurred. "This is a democracy, and I get to do whatever I want."
"Actually, that sounds more like a dictatorship," my friend countered. She's small and cute so she can say whatever she wants to drunks without getting punched.
"It's freedom. The Tenth Amendment, motherfucker!" came the reply.
"Are you a political science major?" I queried, ducking.
Fortunately, the alcohol took its toll before things could escalate, and an irritated-looking girl in a dress way too slutty for her build came to retrieve our new debate partner.
"She seemed happy," my friend said.
"Well, they've got a long night ahead of them," I posited. "He's still got to take her home and prematurely ejaculate on her before bed."
And a good time was had by all.
