Bartender:What'r'ya drinkin'?
Me:Water. I'm a lightweight. It's sad, I know.
Bartender smile, walks away.
Me (to Marinell):Is there a cure for that?
Marinell:Yeah, the bar!
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Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“In the year 1949, exactly a century after the tragic, unsolved, death of author Edgar Allan Poe, a tradition began at his Baltimore gravesite that would eventually draw the attention of not only the press, but thousands of fans who would join a man affectionately known as the “Poe Toaster” on his yearly pilgrimage. On January 19th, just before dawn, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white scarf and black clothing would…”
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Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“In the year 1949, exactly a century after the tragic, unsolved, death of author Edgar Allan Poe, a tradition began at his Baltimore gravesite that would eventually draw the attention of not only the press, but thousands of fans who would join a man affectionately known as the “Poe Toaster” on his yearly pilgrimage. On January 19th, just before dawn, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white scarf and black clothing would…”
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