last night, i was plenty sauced after drinking half a bottle of OJ. went to the party near the docks, got into a fight with the captain of the ship, ol’ longhorn. i wanted to say “longhorn, let’s work it out,” but instead i let my fists do the talkin’. and talk they did- threw longhorn to the north shore, into a teacup where he still lies. dead as dirt.
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