You get the strangest feeling that falling asleep right there isn’t the best idea. Something about being drunk, stoned, full and covered in the blood of a bunch of campers you just ate might not send the right message if anyone just so happens to be walking by. Sound logic I’d say.
You eventually get up and start to make your way back home. Although your parents and you don’t seem to be getting along that well they will always welcome you back… that probably has something do to with the trout cologne your ex girlfriend got you last year for Hanukah. That’s right you’re a Jewish anthropomorphic talking black bear… well she made you convert and then left you for a Mormon. But that’s enough reminiscing. You have to make it home, so you trudge your way back through the woods.
The walk seems longer than usual. It may be all the booze in you, but seem to be lost. Normally you can navigate these woods like the back of your hand, but the mere sight of the back of your hand causes you to giggle uncontrollably. Suddenly a light beams right down on you. It illuminates the forest as if it were day bathing you in gentle warmth. It’s so relaxing you don’t even seem to notice that you are slowly being lifted off the ground.
As you pass the trees you look up to see a ship floating in the air pulling you in. Well that’s great looks like those dead camper nerds where right. And you got caught by the aliens all drunk and bloodied… way to make a first impression. So how to you plan on following that one up genius?
Try to be cordial (5-L)
Fuck cordial, no aliens will be sticking things in my butt (5-M)
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