"Really? You didn't see the bitch tits? Or moobs as you like to call them?" Maybe things were running together for him. He'd had a hard couple of weeks.
"It might be hard to make sandwiches with the little oysters. Regular saltines might not be that bad 'cause you'd get the sweet with the salt." Yeah, I was a little trashed right now.
"So you know that I failed art. Only class I ever failed. The teacher was a bitch who didn't know what art even was. Told her off once and after that she didn't like me much. So I just stopped goin'." Was about to down the rest of my glass to let him know that I was capable of finishing it when he filled it back up again.
"And, I don't know anythin' about you. Except what you do and that you got bit." Didn't think he really wanted to know about me anyhow.