I said advice, not let’s learn about good ol’ Irving, but hey, whatever! I appreciate the attention anyways.

There’s this one game that Alexander and I play sometimes, and it’s a pretty fun game even without drinks. I think it’s called Mario Kart. Yeah, yeah I just picked up the little case and I’m looking at it and it’s got that guy with the big nose, moustache and red cap who I assume is Mario himself because it’s got a fucking M on it.

Anyways, we just start up a Grand Prix, and whichever one of us is the one who places lower takes a shot of whatever we’ve got. At the end, when the whole fucking thing is done we take shots depending on which place we got.

Gods forbid either one of us gets eighth place.