I'm drunk, so I can't type you a good story. But here goes the synopsis. I told my one good roommate (not the midget we just kicked out): "Dude, you suddenly suck at being drunk!"
He started to argue with me, when I said, "What did you think of the clowns we drank with last night?"
He said, "A lot of people were assholes last night. How could I know which clowns you were talking about?"
I said, "No, you dumbass! We drank on the street of a hookah bar with five actual circus clowns. In full make-up! If you don't remember clown drinking, you might need to rethink some shit!"
He said, "Sorry. I just went back on Zoloft."
I grew up with women. Ya'll are all on something. But he's a dude. I guess I'll pretend he's a girl and give him a pass.