Me: (drunk and stoned, nursing a black eye and three stitches from a fight the last night) Ah, how do you do this do I tell you my life story or something?
Other Guy: (bored, smug Dublin 4 voice) Ah, y'know whatever's on your mind, like.
Me: Sorry I cant do this. Sorry. Goodbye. Goodluck.
― Popli Kid, Saturday, 1 January 2005 22:35 (twenty-one years ago)