B. I think he's got some 'splainin to do.
C. That apparition was most likely caused by a methanol intoxication burning my optic nerve. Nothing else to do but drink ethanol to cure it. Now where's me flask?
Gonna roll with C, too. Hair of the imaginary dog, as it were.
Tax the fucking churches.
You think about it for a second, then go "I probably haven't had enough to drink". So, you whip out ye flask from your jacket and take a swig, and look at the dog. He's still there, just staring at you. You decide to offer him a drink, by pouring a wide glass with some of your brew. You put it down in front of the mutt, and he looks up at you and says "Thanks mate", and laps up the cup. You laugh, and say," My friend, this is a good night to be alive." The dog whistles how the fuck and says," Yessir it is. Now finish that pizza, I'd love to have a slice goddamn."
"Shit goddamn son, I like the way you think", you say as you finish preparing the pizza. You throw that bad boy in the brick oven and let the smell waft through the house. The dog takes a deep sniff and says," That, my boy, is the smell of victory. And some bitchin' cheese." He laughs in a dog way holy shit that's weird and seems to give you a grin, as much as a dog could. You chuckle heartily and agree with him. "What shall we have to drink, buddy?"
The dog replies:
A."Some whiskey, got class now let's get some MAYUN in here."
B."Got any wine, feelin' kinda classy, and I'd like to keep it classy."
C."Just give me some water, shit I'm thirsty."
D."Your blood will do just fine, haha!"
D. That dog looks a tad wobbly, it needs a transfusion quick!!
Whiskey is the way to go.
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