1) Lyra: Knock-knock.
Bon-Bon: Who’s there?
Lyra: Something funny.
Bon-Bon: Must not be a knock-knock joke then!
2) I wish I could believe this, my twenty-two thousand three-hundred thirty-forth AOL-inspired clone. I could use some relaxing morning-time jams.
3) Sure, but that’s just for entering a country, right? Entering and exiting are two very different things.
4) Uh… There’s some posts I’ve made while drunk. They’re not so great… I’m cutting back. It’s an expensive habit anyway.
At my best while drunk, I’ll usually try singing something outside my effective vocal range (which isn’t great to begin with), complete with instruments. Sometimes forgetting to even sing the lyrics because of doing the instruments.
At my worst? Well, imagine a drunk pony struggling to remember the lyrics to a song that’s entirely too confusing to be attempting while smashed. While all the above is still in effect. I can usually nail the chorus, though.