At my brother's house:
My house:
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A girl I barely knew from work came over to my house a while ago. She was drunk, staggering, and was fluent in drunkish.
It was about 4 a.m., and her first words to me were "Do you have anything to drink?"
I was still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and I said, "I have coke if you're thirsty."
She shook her head no, and muttered "beer."
I told her I was all out, which was about a six pack short of the truth.
She then asked me for money.
I changed the subject, and asked her how she'd gotten to my house.
As we walked outside, I saw a truck in my driveway, parked at an angle only a drunk could manage.
The windshield looked something like this:
I was fucking amazed that she was able to see enough to find my house. I pictured her driving with her head out the window.
Trying to hold in my laughter, and not being able to, I asked her "Doesn't that make everything look 3D, or do you have fucking fly eyes?"
She slurred out "It's more like 8D."
Apparently being drunk gives you the ability to see in extra diminsions.
