I wanted to make fun of stupid people while I get drunk. My two true passions

I wanted to make fun of stupid people while I get drunk. My two true passions

As I sat at the bar, nursing my third drink of the night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of glee wash over me. The dimly lit room was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, and I knew that tonight was going to be a good one. My two true passions were about to collide in the most perfect way possible - making fun of stupid people while getting drunk.

There was something about the combination of alcohol and wit that brought out the best (or worst) in me. As the night went on, I found myself engaging in lively conversations with my friends, all the while keeping a keen eye out for any potential targets for my sharp tongue. It wasn't that I was a mean-spirited person, but there was a certain satisfaction that came from poking fun at those who took themselves too seriously.

As the drinks continued to flow, my inhibitions began to fade away, and I found myself becoming more and more brazen in my mockery. I would point out the absurdity of someone's outfit, or make a sarcastic comment about their choice of drink. It was all in good fun, of course, but there was a certain thrill that came from pushing the boundaries of social etiquette.

But as the night wore on, I began to realize that perhaps my two passions weren't as compatible as I had originally thought. The more I drank, the more my words became slurred and my jokes fell flat. What had started out as harmless banter was now bordering on mean-spiritedness, and I could see the hurt in the eyes of those I had targeted.