Last night, while out imbibing with a few friends, we were joined at the bar table by a very drunk man wearing sunglasses, who announced that it was his birthday.
Him: FAIIIVE - FOUR! FAIIIVE - FOUR! IT's MAH BIRRRRTHDAY!
Us: Um, happy birthday. That seat's taken.
Him: MY BIRTHDAY!
Us: Please leave us alone.
Him: (Getting up to leave) YOU BETTER GO TO BED! GO TO SLEEP! AH'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP IN YOUR DREAMS LIKE FREDDY KRUEGER!
In my opinion, that's way better than your run-of-the-mill threat. That's a threat that takes some supernatural logistics management.
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Aww, I miss you, RJ.
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