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If you get to know me, at some point you are going to see me behaving as a drunken maniac... and I don't care.

I like being drunk and crazy.  That shit is just fun.  I know, I know its far from my usual intellectual rationality but that's probably why I like it.

I tend to spend a lot of time in my head contemplating the universe but when I'm drinking, I apply those powers of analysis to whats in front of me.  It doesn't matter if I'm watching Purple Rain or watching drunk white girls get down on the dance floor.  My attention goes to whatever is presented to me.  I, being a braniac, tend to over analyze the new stimuli.  When you're drunk its like experiencing everything for the first time and just like a little kid, I like to talk about it.

I don't talk very much on a day to day basis but after a few Cuervo shots (my favorite) I cant wait to discuss.  Race, politics, religion, there isn't anything sacred to a philosopher with a beer in his hand.  One of the few things I don't talk about when I'm drunk is myself.  I tend to hate people that go on about themselves are lame.  Besides, you'll get to know me if you feed me enough margaritas anyway.

You always get to know people better when they are having fun and I'm one of those people that loves to party under the influence.  As far as bloggers go, you'd be hard pressed to find a bigger dancer than me.  I don't over do it, I'm no sorority girl, but I do know how to get down.  Liquor helps people reconnect with their bodies and I'm not ashamed of mine in the first place.  I'll bust out the robot, the roger rabbit or whatever comes to mind.  I don't care, that shit is fun when you're drunk.

I don't even care about making an ass of myself.  People get drunk and act a fool then feel bad in the morning but I say, acting a complete fool is what freedom is about.  There's a freedom in being away from what people expect of you, you get that when you're drunk.

Most of the stories about me being drunk that I hear are all fun loving.  I don't get drunk and get emotional or beat up anybody.  I just want to pass out or get laid and pass out.  Aren't those fun goals to have on a Friday night? 

Don't judge me because I know how to get down.  I want you get down too.  When you see your boy out in public, smile and come over.  Let's philosophise about the world in a post Obama era and have a contest over who can do the best robot and enjoy life as drunken psychopaths.

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