Let’s listen in to two drunks going at it in a wine cellar while the party’s going on full blast upstairs.
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic each week to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s humor (funny, it was humor the week before, and the week before that, and the week before…)
An Inebriation Conversation: or, Seeing the Light
Fred, I’m qu-qu-quitting.
Qu-Quitting? Hell, Jo-Johnnn, you can’t qu-quit. We only half way to du-drunk. Hahahaha.
I can’t t-t-take it anymore, Fuh-Fre-ehhd.
Sss-Seems to me like you t-took a lot already. Pisshh.
Ha. F-F-Funny joke, Fred. But th-th-that’s…
Thuh-thuh-that’s the p-point, Fred.
J-John, I must of… must of… missed (hiccup) it (burp).
Sss-somethin’ (Fred’s head bobbles).
Oh… (John stares into the lights)
Well, J-J-John, less-ss-ss have another drink.
Thuh-that’s-that’s the point, Fu-Fu-red. I gotta, I-uh, I gotta ss-stopp. I’mah, I’mah seeing all these c-colorful le-lights in front of me.
Any little men or an-an-animals, Je-Je-Je-Jo-ohnn?
Well, h-h-hell, no n-n-need to quit. You’ve just bu-bu-begun to see the l-light, th-that’s all.
F-Fred, is that the lu-light at end of the t-t-tunnel?
No, j-just at the end of the bu-bottle.
Well, what does th-that mean, F-Fred?
It means it’s time to open up a nuh-nuh-ther one, J-Ja-Johnn. Ch-Cheers.