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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:01:55 GMT -5
Another patron enters the bar. He looks around at the clientle, shakes his head, and takes a seat far away from everyone.
"I'll have a Hot Buttsecks on the rocks" he says to the bartender. The only response he gets is an odd look, and the bartender walks away to tend to his other customers. With a sigh, the man jumps over the bar and raids the poorly stocked liquor cabinate in hopes of finding something he can mix.
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