Translation: If I'm not just talking, I win.

Which I just did.

I was expecting that response. Figuring you'd rather call me a liar than admit defeat. In your defense though, I can see how it might seem unbelievable. You don't meet someone that can drink a hundred shots everyday. You also don't meet someone that weighs 400 pounds everyday.

Which you just did.

My house. Now if I can just get out of the bed.

Over here. Grossly overweight. But robbing a passed out bunner of his wallet.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

So....

You're still.... talking.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Goddamn, bunner. Never realized how stubborn you were. Okay, I'm lying, made up the fact that I have obesity just as a ploy to win an asinine alcohol argument, one that increases our geekiness by even participating in it, and you still are the toughest drinker on your island and can sleep well. Feel better?

Add meaningless "So you're talking" reply here. Or hell, maybe even something substanitive.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.