This is going to be hard for some of you to believe, but one night I got wasted at a bar.
I'm not talking a 'little buzzed.' I'm talking near comatose, blackout self-defilement.
Somehow, I ingratiated myself with a group of girls. One of them announced that she was from New York.
At the time, this was groundbreaking news to me (remember, I was barely capable of remaining upright!) It was as if she had told me she just stepped off the E.T. mothership! I couldn't have been more impressed!
"Hey everybody - These girls are from the EAST COAST!" I announced, to everyone and nobody in particular.
There was a guy next to me who looked like Cuba Gooding Jr, so I said:
"Hey, Cuba! These girls are from the EAST COAST! Oh, and I loved you in 'Snow Dogs'.'"
It turns out, it really was Cuba Gooding Jr. My friend tapped me on the shoulder to stop me, but now possessed by the spirit of none other than José Cuervo himself, I introduced Cuba to my alien friends...
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That's pretty bad... At least he didn't try and dry your shirt with the napkins?