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Beauty Is In The Eye of The Beerholder

A woman was sleeping in her bed when her husband crashing through the front door at 3 am woke her up. He staggered and tried to get up the stairs. "What are you doing" she shouted. The husband replies "I’m trying to get a gallon of beer up the stairs." "Leave it down there" she bellowed. "I cant" he replied " I’ve drunk it".
Book: Bright Shiny Morning by James Frey
Music: The Stage Names by Okkervil River


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