Last night me and the neighbors got together for a drinking game during the presidential debate. We brought our shot glasses, and there was Captain Morgan, Jack Daniels, and some other girly liquor that was good in between the Captain and Jack. We decided on half shots so we wouldn’t get too wasted. I picked the keywords that we would drink on, and they were maverick, Main Street, and change. Well jeez, they must’ve wised up since the last one because those words were not flying like they usually do. So about 8ish minutes into the debate, after only doing one shot to McCain’s use of “Main Street,” we decided we needed to add a little more. They looked to me, so I said drink when Obama blames something on Bush, and drink when McCain says “my friends.” Well, shit, didn’t McCain start saying that every time he opened his mouth. We got trashed and we stopped drinking about half way through the debate.
Final tally (although I lost count of use of “my friends”):
Main Street: Once, McCain
Change: Once, Obama
Maverick: zero
Obama blaming something on Bush: once
My friends: at least 8
So I can blame my drunkenness on McCain. I mean, it got to the point where every time McCain would say “my friends,” we would all groan. This is one more thing I can blame on McCain. Not only did I get trashed, but I woke up this morning and was possibly still drunk (I know I wasn’t, but it sure felt shitty). Going to work was not fun for about the first two hours not including the commute. Thank goodness I had chased every shot with water so I didn’t have a headache.
How’s that for an October surprise? I’ll get you drunk!
