Now Scott and I had spent many an hour compiling lists of things we would do if, per chance, we were ever given our very own midget. So we didn't waste any time and got right down to the activity at the top of our list: finding out just how much alcohol a midget can actually consume.
After dancing with the midget, Scott and I started asking people that we knew who he was. Turns out, some friends of ours from high school saw him singing kareoke at a bar 20 minutes cross town and they were so thoroughly entertained by him that they just grabbed him and brought him along. When we asked them how he was getting home they told us, "Hey, if you want to give him a ride home, you can have him for the night." That's right. They gave us their midget.
