One more drink. One more drink. You know in the morning for sure we go stink. One more round. One more round.

It's five o'clock and you're pricks, the barkeep round. This is what we do. Catch up for a few.

We'll riff and talk some shit and then we'll sleep till two. Talk some shit and then we'll sleep till two.

Woo. Hey, we might be drunk. It's fucking three p.m. on Super Bowl Sunday. This is our first early one.

Yes, we're finally moving on to day drinking, which is the next step of alcoholism.

What are you drinking? I'm dying to know what you drink during the day.

Well, I figured it's Super Bowl Sunday. I'm in New Orleans, seeing my mom on her birthday. She's 25. Happy birthday, Mrs. Norman. I'm I'm going a bloody Mary.

Whoa, dude. No way, no way. Look at that. The official day drink. Great day drink, little vodka here. Yeah.

And I'm going to do it up. I threw I threw a fucking spicy pickle up in that motherfucker. I'm jealous. I wish I had a couple of a little accoutre months or whatever you call it.

What do you go to for a bloody Mary? Like what what's an appropriate garnish? What takes it too far?

Oh, good question. Well, in New Orleans, there's all these psychos who put a fucking crab leg in there and a shrimp tail.

I love it. But they always they always go too far. It's like a Katrina version. The whole kitchen sinks in there, you know.

It's like a prosthetic leg and all this dildo. But I think green olive celery, maybe an okra and some white onion.

How about a pickle is not okay? No, but pickles good. Pickles good. I like a pickle. I even throw some pickle juice up in that motherfucker. I'm crazy.

That's good. I like a little pickle juice with booze. I was pro pickle back from the get go. Oh, yeah, pickle back at a renaissance. That that really popped.

It died out like fucking. What's the one? What's the what was that?

The Kronut? Kronut. That's what I was thinking of a Zima. Zima was the one I was thinking of. Zima had a minute and then I was like peace by Zima.

That was like how you described a guy as a pussy. That was like the guy who was like homophobic, but couldn't say that. So he'd be like, what are you?

Zima drinker and you're like, she's chill out. Zima, Crystal Pepsi and the macarena in and out.

Well, Crystal Pepsi made no sense. I thought it was cool. I mean, it was clear. I'm like, it used to be brown now. It's clear, but nobody nobody dug it.

But it's just fucking, but now you've got another clear drink that you're peddling with seven up. Why are we doing it? Why are we doing now? It's just confusing. I don't know.

Yeah, good point. And nobody gives a shit. You know, it's just the same drink just clear. So yeah, I get it.

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