The Drunkards' Train

The Drunkards' Train

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"Hey, you! Yes, you! Don't tell my wife I got drunk. Ignore the fact that the driver is stoned, and that it is it he rush hour. Just tell her I'm fine, and I'll be home for dinner. What you won't tell her? I guess I'll just have to tell her myself..." Were His Last Words
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