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June 7, 2010

The Odious Guest

A ripping yarn of drink and disaster:
Rising out of my chair and reaching for a piece of firewood that I thought might serve nicely to send Scabby back to dreamland, my wife, declining to wait for a gallant rescue, caught him in the breadbasket with a well placed elbow sending him back peddling. He stumbled over a chair, glanced drunkenly off of a large cedar tree, hit the waist-high split rail fence at cliffs edgewith a considerable head of steam and without further fanfare, broke through the top rail and went over the side head first.... -- continued @ Your not my type. ォ westsound modern

Posted by Vanderleun at June 7, 2010 11:18 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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