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When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
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posted November 27, 2006 at 7:51am UTC tagged with
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