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Our unhappy hero visits the doctor for advice.
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| You've developed a severe allergy to beer. Budweiser up! Get off your Duff and Leffe behind your lambic lifestyle before you Rodenbach it. | |
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| Well, you're the draughter. What do I have to do? | |
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| Stout man! Coors off on the beer. Amstel, you'll have to Corona your habit of pantlessness. | |
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| I can't say that I'll Jupiler for joy, but keep gueuzing. | |
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| I'd start by wearing a grass skirt and coconut-shell bra if you can't curtail the pantlessness. | |
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| Heineken be all right with that. | |
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