There's this guy having dinner with his friends at night, and it's pouring down like water. He still knows he can't drink and thinks he needs a replacement. And so, he swayed to open the door and sat in the co-pilot position.
As soon as he sat, he could not wait to start explaining to the "senior driver" that: "See, this is the gas door, step on it and run up; that's the brake, squeezing it when you want to stop; and this is the switch, so it's done." It's called an eyebrow dance and saliva.
But when he looked forward to looking at the Lord, he was a fool -- there was no professional driver, sitting there with his own fat little cat!
The cat was scared, his eyes were gliding, and his face was full of glids. Turns out, this dude's drunk, he doesn't really call himself a driver, but he's got his own baby cat on the main wheel and he's wearing a safety belt. And he's wondering, "Well, why wouldn't he drive?" The people who are around look at each other and look back, and he can't feel his head.
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Cat: Hold the wheel for me, I'm going down for a brake. "'"
Cat: OK, Iron, I got nine lives and you better have nine. "'"
Cat: Can I have a drink next time?