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.....somehow I ended up on the "wrong side" of town at 1 in the morning.
Making my way to the parking lot I was confronted by an old wine-o that held out a jug wrapped in brown paper in his left hand and what looked like an old 1911A Colt .45 Pistol in his right hand.
He pushed the paper-wrapped jug at me and said "Here, take a swig of this!"
Not being one to argue with a drunk and a pistol, I took a gulp....spit it out and said "Man! that shit tastes terrible!"
He said "I know....now you hold the gun on me and make me take a swig!"
Making my way to the parking lot I was confronted by an old wine-o that held out a jug wrapped in brown paper in his left hand and what looked like an old 1911A Colt .45 Pistol in his right hand.
He pushed the paper-wrapped jug at me and said "Here, take a swig of this!"
Not being one to argue with a drunk and a pistol, I took a gulp....spit it out and said "Man! that shit tastes terrible!"
He said "I know....now you hold the gun on me and make me take a swig!"
