If
you died, went to Heaven and found out it was dry, you’d casually
inquire:
“So,
what’s the deal downstairs? They serving or what?”
When
the guy at the door yelled, “Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms,” you
assumed it was someone bringing more supplies
You
inform the arresting officer that gravity is the only law you feel
compelled to obey
Cheers
The
Fellas (Friends of Alcoholics Anonymous)
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