Go Find Yourself

Beer, Friends, Urination, Forest, Drunk.

You wouldn’t think that combination would go together very well.

And you would be correct, and this story is a glaring example.

On one particular day that combination not only didn’t go together very well, it was a disaster.

By the time everything was straightened out, more than a few people had got involved, there were magical fairies, and drunkenness.

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Transcript

SPEAKER_00: 0:00

I'd like you to meet Behan Mutlu. If that's how you say his name, then, well, good for me. He's a 50-year-old man from a rural region in Turkey. Over the weekend, Mr. Mutlu... met up with some friends at a local tavern. One beer led to two beers, and it continued. I've learned over the years that beer is unique. You don't buy beer, you rent it. And that was the case with Mr. Mutlu. His rental agreement said, that the beer rent was due. The restrooms were packed, both for the men and women. Fortunately, this tavern was next to a forest. Over the years, Mr. Mutlew had become friends with just about every tavern tree in that forest beer has another effect whatever you had done the night before it may or may not be remembered the next morning but you will feel the effects regardless question how many of you know the effect i'm talking about I'm guessing 99.9% of the people out there, you guys, you know what I'm talking about. I continue. Mr. Mutlew felt giddy and was talking to the trees that were his friends. As a consequence, he was now lost. He knew he could get back to the tavern. He had done it many times before, but not this time. This time, time had gone by with no Mr. Mutlow returning to his friends. Enough time had gone by that his friends called in a missing persons report. In this rural region in Turkey, everyone knew and supported Mutlow. each other. It was easy and quick to organize a search party. Meanwhile, Mr. Mutlu had given up trying to find his way back to the tavern. He slid down and sat against a tree. He listened for any sounds or maybe he could see lights. Anything to guide him back to his friends.

UNKNOWN: 3:26

Hmph.

SPEAKER_00: 3:26

But no luck. After what seemed like days, he heard sounds. I'm sure he did. He probably heard a lot of things, being that drunk. He began heading toward these sounds. As he got closer, he saw flashlights and the people. Even as drunk as he was, he joined them. He started talking to some of the folks in that group and found out that they were a search party. He joined the group in calling out for the lost soul. He didn't quite understand the name that was being called out, but He did his best. Soon, the name became clearer. Now Mr. Mutlu called out with confidence. That was until giddy and drunk Mr. Mutlu realized the group was looking for him. Mr. Mutlu began calling out, That's me! Here I am! Oh my God! spoken Turkish, was heard throughout the search group, along with a sense of frustration and general piss-off. A few of the men took Mr. Mutlu aside and showed him very convincingly why this will never happen again.