Tale of two idiots
Ohhh man, I have to stop drinking
Once upon a time, me and my friend (let's name him purfufna) were walking down the street drunk as hell, and he started hugging the traffic light and talking to it. I thought he was joking, because we were not as nearly as wasted as we could be, but he continued. After I dragged him to the nearest bar, he started telling a tale of how he met his ex 15 minutes ago near the traffic light, and she started kissing him immediately. What a wonka!