Hanging out with drunk uncle Arthur. After awhile we all just want to go home and avoid the awkward. From ogling and suggestive conversations for female guest. Then the boring and repetitive drunken rant on political nothingness. Brings back all those cringe worthy memories of a waisted afternoon. Bill wonders why his tequila brand won't sponsor this. It is grinding. Only good times are when he has other old intoxicated white males who get whatever conclusions he is drawing upon. Get some rest uncle Arthur, we need to go home and feed the goldfish now. Bye bye and night night. Can we order some food for you?
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