We cant bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell them stories that dont go anywhere. Like the time I took the fairy to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter youd say. Now where were we, oh ya. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didnt have white onions because if the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
What the heck ... You need to be drunk to understand that
oh man...
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Best comment of the year!