Beer and peanuts

I talked to ^_~him today. Not for long, cause ^_~his connection kept getting cut off. That was a good thing though, cause today was one of those “bum” days where my mind simply refuses to be interested in anything.

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In front of a round table, with a couple bottles of beer and pomelo gin waiting to be emptied, with a bowl full of chicharon and peanuts;

GPD: Do you ever have weird fantasies?

^_~: Yes.

GPD: Fantasies that you would want to live out if you have a chance.

^_~: Why are you asking me this?

GPD: Because I want to tell you one of mine.

^_~: Okay. Shoot.

GPD: I want to get drunk. Drunk out of my senses.

^_~: But you said you don’t drink.

GPD: Yeah. But I would want to try it, just once. I want to be so intoxicated
that I would not remember what happened the night before. And I wont
mind the hangover.

^_~: Why that?

GPD: Cause its something I would not likely do. And the feeling of inebriation,
it would be like... I have no possesion over my own mind.

^_~: So that is why there is alcohol here, and peanuts. You want to live out that
Fantasy with me?

GPD: Yeah.

^_~: I’m flattered.

GPD: You should be.

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