If your drunk and you know it clap your hand.

If your drunk and you know it clap your hand. If your drunk and you know it, but you don't really want to show it

If your drunk & you know it clap your hands & take a taxi & a breath mint & vomit in the other bathroom. If your drunk & you know but, you don't really want to show it get a room

If you're drunk and the taxi man is calling the cops to get your pay, run. Wait, you're already running. Keep running, run faster, run, run, run- damn it! They got you so

. And while you're at it, you might as well pay by check & let the check bounce. You might as well kiss your ass good-bye when you get arrested again. You might as well sass off to

anyone who you happens to walk by you for no good reason. I will not play these twisted games anymore. I choose to not have to worry any longer about what it is you're doing and

what you say to your weird ghost friends at night anymore. You can't pull me along like this and just expect me to be okay with your insane outbursts and

fold right along with it. Enough is enough. I'm serious! No more. You can't make me write another fold - wait a minute

There are older stories that need attention and offer narratives new stories lack. The one about the clenentine that patiently waited to be eaten broke my heart.

But the one about the blinking orange that fell off the desk on the space ship still cracks me up. Thank you, Folding Story and colorful denizens, for all the joy you've given me.