One day a vine ran into his friend the statue on the street. They stopped to talk for a while, until the vine said he had a party to go to. “You’re more than welcome to come along if you’d like,” he offered. “I think it’s going to be a lot of fun.”
“Thanks,” said the statue, “but I think I’ll pass. The truth is, I sometimes regret going to so many parties when I was younger, because I can’t even remember what I did except for getting drunk and gossiping about I don’t even know what stupid shit was going through my head at the time.”
“Like I said, I think it’ll be fun,” said the vine.
