screw it

uhh.. Salami!

Based on past experiences, your sandwich making hasn't been the best. But, this one is actually relatively decent.

No, I’m in a band with a few boys I grew up with. But I’m sure a strip club would have been the next destination if I hadn’t been a wuss and gotten light headed by the end of the evening.

That's actually kinda cool. What do you play? Maybe, but Ladies' Night is on Thursdays... Not that I hang out there regularly or anything. You don't seem like the kind to pussy out easily, so you must have been drinking pretty hard-out to get to that state.

My hands have been making this sandwich. Really?! Try it, please!

Fine, but what's in it?

After a great performance, and not having to worry about driving you and your ever drunker friends home, I wouldn’t mind a beer or two…or ten. Oops.

Performance? Did you lot go to a strip club or something? I didn't pick you as the type. I suppose I wouldn't either. Unfortunately, I spent my evening getting high in my parents' basement and passing out in the middle of The Notebook.

After parties are always better with drinks. Always.

I've found that alcohol in general is pretty fantastic, haven't you?

I make a phenomenal sandwich. Wanna try guys?

I think I'll pass. I don't know where your hands have been, or if I want to know.

I just love the spirit of it all.

It's nice, I guess. Until your neighbours, who've had their decorations up since November, refuse to take them down until mid-February.

Beck, you’re about as charming as a dead fly. Oh, come on, I thought we were tight!

And you're about as pretty as one. We're peel-each-other-off-the-sidewalk-at-11-pm tight, not i'll-piggy-back-you-to-the-hospital-in-the-early-hours-of-the-morning tight. Don't overstep our boundaries, Brin.

I’m so excited for Christmas.

Wow, you must really love church and Jesus.

You are cruel and upsetting. Beck, I don’t take the time to wonder what I’m smoking, okay? I just roll it, and smoke it.

I s'pose, it's all apart of the charm, babe. Fair enough, just don't expect me to be the one making sure you don't choke on your own vomit at 2 in the morning.  

That is why you shouldn’t do drugs.

What can I say? I'm a rebellion on legs.

Hey, I am! Don’t you doubt me! I’m not sure, it was probably Chem Dog, since that’s what I’m usually sold.

Yeah, yeah. I'm sure, you are. You were so stoned that you don't even remember what you were getting stoned on? Now, you're either lying or you weren't far off from an overdose.

Of course not, I’m a heavyweight champ. Ha! Beck, you’re such a pussy. And by something stronger you mean…?

I'm sure you are, babe. What were you smoking anyway? Five pounds says I was on something stronger.

You know, the more people tell me this, the more I want to try it.

It's pretty great, but try it with the The Walking Dead on a loop. I was quite convinced my sister was the leader of the zombie Apocalypse... My parents still haven't forgiven me for the hole I put in her door though.

I don’t think I have anything to worry about, i would never touch drugs.

Too chicken shit, Fletch?

Well, at least you're being relatively productive. I just plan on drowning myself in Play Station and day-old pizza for the rest of the day.