Unblock your buddy list. You know...the 106 people you got so fucking tired of talking to. The "emotional vagrants." Those guilty of "dereliction of consciousness."
And then at three in the morning...or sometime around there...type either "Hell Nawl!!!!!" or "Hell Yawl!!!!" at random to each of these people.
Why?
Because if they are drunks or druggies or crazy or all of the above, the next morning they will read this "reply" and wonder what the hell they were doing in the middle of the night that they can't remember.
Or possibly they will think you are batshit crazy.
It could backfire.
But the ones who will try to figure out if it's their blackout or yours are worth it.
Cut and paste the IM in which they try to delicately figure out what they were doing last night on the dreaded auto-pilot.
That would be a funny movie...Mr. and Mrs. Blackout.
Two alcoholics. And the entire movie would occur in a blackout zone. Sometimes Mr.'s and sometimes Mrs.'s.
And sometimes both.
Make Brad Pitt and Angelica Jolie do it.
I would pay ten dollars to see Brad Pitt puke all over himself in IMAX.
I would.
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