Just a quickphilosophical question for you younglings today:
If “getting lit” means getting wasted (i.e., trashed), why do we assume that downing so much alcohol that our breath can light an open flame from thirty paces is theepitomeof a good time? I mean, if I’ve drunk enough that my drunken antics go from being entertaining to the entertainment (for that inevitable face-melting flame that will invariably arrive), wouldn’t “getting lit” be the exact opposite of what I want to do for fun?
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Published on May 07, 2012 15:53