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| There were three sisters who lived in a well. They were all quite happy, because it was a booze well. | |
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| Happy? But weren't they malnourished, stinky, sticky, and living in their own vomit? | |
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| Of course they were. But they were happy, because they had all the booze they needed to chase away their blues. | |
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| And let's not forget, it was always happy hour, because their watch had stopped at 6:15. | |
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| Say, it's happy hour now. Let's switch bar stools and have some more booze. | |
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| Count me out on this one. I've had enough happiness to last me the whole day. | |
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