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Back in my college days of yore, a friend and I had just left one
party and were on our way to another. Both of us were so drunk that
we could hardly walk. From across the quad, a lone figure came
stumbling toward us in a similar inebriated condition. Suddenly,
he tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and collapsed in a comic
pratfall of legendary proportions.
We howled with laughter and heckled the poor guy. "Great dive, but
the East German judge only gave you a 9.6." He was unhurt, but not
amused. We continued weaving erratically on our merry way as he
entered one of the dorms.
A few minutes later, we were confronted by him and five of his frat
brothers, who proceeded to beat the hell out of us. I was too drunk
for it to hurt at the time, but I was one big bruise for the next
week.
The moral of this story is: NEVER make fun of an angry drunk.
Rob
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