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[oceantoland]

Why am I sober?

Why?

WHY?!!

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[portalcreator]

It certainly is a new look for you.

[oceantoland]

Oh my gawd, there is a deity who loves me; they send a Hooters girl to me.

Save me!

[portalcreator]

[A rolllllllllll of her eyes.] And I thought you weren't drunk.

[oceantoland]

No. No. No. If I were drunk I'd be clinging to your leg and begging you to take me home to Hooters. Wait, have I done that drunk?

Hi, I remember you.

[portalcreator]

I remember you, too. You came to my house and threw up on my shoes. Remember that?

[oceantoland]

I was trying to forget. But to be fair I let you use my ass as a drink tray.

[portalcreator]

We should do that again.

[oceantoland]

I need to be drunk to upchuck on your shoes, again.

[portalcreator]

Cute. I meant Tahiti.

[oceantoland]

I miss Tahiti.

How have you been?

[portalcreator]

Me, too.

Working hard. Same old story, different month. You?

[oceantoland]

We should find you a rich sugar daddy.

Me? Teaching dad to take a pis….ah….no. Probably a little too much information there for you. How about we go with I’m sober.

[portalcreator]

I'm sure I can do without one.

[Eyes close briefly.] Your father's a forbidden topic, remember? But I'm glad you're sober. I remember you saying you didn't think you could do it.

[oceantoland]

I'm glad, then you wouldn't need me for ass drink trays.

Right. I forgot.
Well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure how I did achieved being sober. One moment there was in an endless bottle and the next moment, here I am.

[portalcreator]

No, that was just for fun.

It's good to see you, Merrick. It really is.