Originally Posted by
nova_robotics
I'm certainly not a party going guy, but about 20 years ago I went to a house party. It was going on for about 8-10 hours by the time I got there. There were about a dozen guys with their shirts off cracked out on MDMA jumping up and down and hugging each other, and some guy "welcomed me" at the front door. He was foaming at the mouth and making noises that he thought were words, but were not. Then he started saying "dookie dookie dookie, dig it" over and over again while playing a guitar that had no strings. I smiled, said thank you, put my shoes back on and left. This train reminds me of that house party.