Well, a Presidential Debate has never been so fun as it was last night. After an impromptu stop by a friend's house on the way back from the bank we wound up chatting and insulting each other until almost 8pm. Then the convo turned into:
Him: Hey, let's turn the debate into a drinking game.
Me: Ok
Him: How about whenever Bush says "terra" (or terrarism) and "nucular" instead of nuclear, and when Kerry says "I have a plan" or makes any mention of his personal history with the military we take a drink. I have some rum.
Me: Ok
Well, within 5 minutes we were set up to drink. Here is the play by play of the evening:
- 8:15 - he was drunk.
- 8:40 - we couldn't hear a thing that was going on because we kept arguing and calling Kerry a fucker.
- 9:10 - he was puking.
- 9:20 - his wife started getting belligerant about "being fine". After collapsing onto the couch - and seeming to slip into a waking coma - we had to help her to the bathroom.
Too bad the next one is on a Wednesday. I can't wait for the next election!
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