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luke the alcoholic gets busted one monday morning for being in his usual drunken stupor
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| hello hello hello...wots goin on here? | |
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| iif i sit downe i mighrt get crampppz...but ioif i stanfd up i will be sickj | |
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drunken luke pleads with the copper
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| i think you've been drinking u young scoundrel, i'm going to lock u up in a room with michaa and make him recite poetry to u | |
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| pleasge no mr policeman, i will b gud and go 2 alcoholics meetingds | |
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luke the alkie gets away....this time
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| haha, fooel, i will neva giv up VODKA | |
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