Me: Hi Miss Priscilla. Come to shame me about my drinking again?
Miss Priscilla: I lurve you gia.
Me: Oh wow. Kitty, you are drunk.
Miss Priscilla: No YOU’RE DRUNK.
Me: Miss Priscilla...
Miss Priscilla: I can’t help it! It’s the St Patty's day parties! Do you know what Irish Car Bombs are?
Miss Priscilla: WELL I DIDN’T! Hiccup. But now I do. Theyre gooooooooooood.
Miss Priscilla: Goooooooooooood.
Me: How much have you had?
Miss Priscilla: I can’t math right now Gia.
Miss Priscilla: I’m a cat.
Me: I know.
Miss Priscilla: Hey some of us are going to to go skinny dipping later yawanna come?
Me: No thanks.
Miss Priscilla: Please?
Me: You’re a cat. You can’t really go skinny dipping you know. All you have is fur.
Miss Priscilla: Why why why you gotta be such a buzzkill
Me: Also you don’t like water.
Miss Priscilla: YOU DON’T WIKE LATER! I mean I mean like whatever. Water. Yeah.
Me: Can you swim?
Miss Priscilla: Yes. But not the doggy paddle. FUCK THAT. It’s a kitty paddle.
Me: Okay. Well, have fun drinking and kitty paddling. For the record, I don’t think this is a good idea.
Miss Priscilla: Hiccup. Uh oh
Me: Oh no oh no please don’t throw up on my rug!!
Miss Priscilla: I’m sorry I cant help- BLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH
As it turns out, kitty can’t hold her liquor. What are you guys doing for St. Patty's Day?