You ask a wise and penetrating question, my good friend, and so I shall share with you the Gus Scale of Drunk, which I have devised over the course of decades, with the assistance of many (many, many MANY) friends and family members who have answered my query “hey on a scale of one to ten just how drunk are you right now?”
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Thirteen probably or something
- It’s cool I’ve got superpowers
- What?
- Seventeen
- Shhhhh, no
- [loud burp]
- Uh
- Hey where’s my purse
- Hey where’s my phone
- Hey where’re my shoes
- Hey what’s happening
- WHAT?
- Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy what?
- [any song referencing moonlight, solitude/loneliness, or body parts (ie “Light My Candle,” from Rent, “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day, or “Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira]
- TWENTYONEDRUNK BITCHES
- [immediate vomiting]
- I’m a great drunk driver don’t even worry about it
- Who are you. [spoken like a statement, not a question]
- great
- GREAT!
- great [followed by sobbing]
- No you are
- if I chew the beer does it make me fat
- [long, incredibly thoughtful monologue about how elephants have been known to seek out fermented fruit and eat it in order to achieve intoxication, followed by] oh my god did you cry when you saw Dumbo I cried so fuckin’ hard
- A million
- A million and one
- [attempting to poke my boobs with a drink stirrer]
- Ffffffffffffffffff
- Ffffffffffffffffffwhat?
- nope
- we should go skydiving RIGHT FUCKING NOW OKAY
- wheeeeeee! [zooming an imaginary toy car off someone else’s nose]
- You know – YOU KNOW, OKAY, SO, MAYBE? I DON’T
- billions
- [some French children’s song about elephants]
- WOULD YOU LIKE SOME OF THESE PEANUTS
- noooooooooooooooooope
- [snoring]
- toaster