Matt's Bomb-Ass Drunk ChristmasThe party was as festive as they come. The house was filled with the tune of horrible 80's music and the sound of people trying to sing along, but messing up horribly; the forest green, bright red, and snowy white of the holly and mistletoe strewn about the walls and ceiling; and the overpowering smell of pine. Pat was telling his friend Liam about the stupidity of Christmas when someone suddenly pulled him aside with a familiar, but slurred, "Hey, Pat!"More Like This
"Wha-huh!" He jumped before taking a couple of moments to recognise his best friend. "What's up, Matt?"
Matt swayed a bit as he opened his mouth, but closed it without saying anything, as if he'd forgotten what he was thinking. It was hard for an outside observer to tell, but to Pat, he looked slightly more stupid than usual, grinning like he was when he received that Adventure Time game. "You know, Pat, I've been thinking-" he tried again.
"Don't hurt yourself," Pat interrupted.
Matt put up his finger, "I've been thinking! About how c
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Source of laughter
Summited the peak
Hero ever after
Gait, a pirouette
Birthed from adversity
Verily, a barque
Courage of the world
Daughters' guardian, mentor
Fan and producer
Never more graceful
Never more unwavering
Never more inspired