You'll have to tell me where you got all those exotic flavors. ( Because, and I cannot emphasize this enough, what the fuck? The fact that there's such oddly flavored booze so readily available makes him wonder how wild this truly can get. He takes another sip, fully appreciates how fucking bad it is, and then laughs again. )

I'm happy to find someone that shares the sentiment. Getting drunk seems to solve so many problems - that, and getting naked.