Last night Ari and I went out with some friends and ate some Thai. After this some of the people we were with wanted to go to a comedy club. Since we didn’t want to listen to some late-thirties dudes who still live with their parents make semi-funny jokes for an hour, Ari and I headed back to our apartment.
The problem with this unexpected end to our night, was that I was still hammered. Because who doesn’t get wasted when eating dinner? You’re right, probably Republicans.
After giving the cabbie an 80% tip (my brain likes math when clouded with alcohol), we were back at our apartment and needed a way to entertain ourselves.
Drunk pictures with an uninterested/hardly impressed dog? Perfect.
Strike a pose.
There’s nothing to it.