A depressed man and his old friend were talking in their favorite bar. The depressed guy looked into his empty glass sadly. "I have to stop drinking so much."
His friend shrugged. "You say that every week."
"I mean it this time," the depressed guy said, sounding angry. "I mean, last night I got SO drunk that I BLEW CHUNKS!"
His friend looked unimpressed. "You get sick every time you have a lot of booze."
"No, man... Chunks is my dog."
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