"What you drinking juice at bar for?"
"Well, if you must know, it helps my urinary system. Besides, it's much too early for alcohol."
"Hey, it's five o-clock somewhere!" and with that, Lu excused himself from a conversation he knew he would
regret later.
Lu was prepared to wait until a moderately attractive woman entered the bar until he struck up any more dialogue. ]Just when he thought he would have a few more hours of silence, he heard Donald James yell in a gravely drunked stupor, "You on your period or what!?!" and then smash a beer bottle on Donald Batzcavich's head. Lu ran over to Donald, towering over the other Donald, now in the fetal position. Lu wound up his grease-stained arm and unleashed the crouching tiger in Donald's face.
"It's fo his urinary track!"