This is what my friends are like drunk.
Max: i just now felt the need to confide in you, "one time, I pooped in the cobbler"
i'm not entirely sure what a cobbler is other than it's similar to a pie and usually consists of peaches, though
and I'm fairly sure I've never pooped in one
Me: You've heard of "apple crumble?"
Max: isn't apple crumple/crips just really good applie pie
Me: Basically, but it's less "pie" and more mush with crust
Which is cobbler, but cobbler is different fruit
Max: so i probably didn't poop in one did i
i guess my whole life is a lie
Me:Well, I mean, it's certainly possible, but...
Max: my psychologist says this all started when i tried to perform an autovivisection
to see if my brain was a red gameboy, because red is the smartest colour
they found me with an exacto knife lodged in my forehead in front of the mirror, with a thumbtact ine ach of my temples
i was lying in a puddle of urine and vomit, along wiht a note to santa clause saying, "ignore my heathen parents and make pokemon real"
it was the middle of may and i was 5 years old