What's the same damn story you always tell?
I think everyone has at least one--the one your relatives & homies are tired of hearing, the one that doesn't get better after the n-th time, yet you always tell, perhaps to people whom you've just met or might think you haven't told it to
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Permalink Reply by Rachel Anne on -
I like to tell the story of how I was at a bonfire with a bunch of twenty-somethings, and as the night progressed people were getting louder and louder, the little disagreements more and more obnoxious- and in the middle of it all I yelled "Hey! Seriously people- if you guys don't calm down I'm going to snap!" At this exact moment, the bonfire exploded in a huge ball of flame, and everyone looked at me with fear in their eyes, all white faced.. I could see their buzzes leaving them. Someone had obviously thrown a lighter or something flammable in the bonfire, but it sure got people to shut up. It also got me a lot of strange looks.
Good times.
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Permalink Reply by Will on -
So, my friend's cousin was in town from Chicago for a pharmacy convention and she wanted to go out for a drink. A group of us got together at Bohemian for some drinks. I started talking to her and somehow the topic of my raging insomnia came up. She asked me if I've tried having a glass of red wine, warm milk, or exercise.
"I've tried all the homeopathic remedies; none of them work." I replied.
"Have you tried any of the pharmaceuticals available?" she asked.
"You know, I have," I said, "But none of them really work except for Xanax, but I've heard that it's really addictive and I don't want to get hooked.
She then asked which pills I've tried.
"I've tried Ambien, Ambien CR, Levitra, and Xanax is really the only one that makes me sleep," I said, "The other ones just kinda get me high and keep me up all night."
"Wait," she replied, "Did you say Levitra? You know it's an erectile dysfunction medication. No wonder it kept you up all night," as she laughed in my face as she held up her pinky.
"No," I stammered, "I meant Lunesta... the purple butterfly pill."
The thing that gets me is not the fact that I slipped up on the name of the medication, but the fact that she held up her pinky. Wtf?
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