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don't have a clue as to how you got there, but you know it's a horrid, hot wasteland. You're near blind from the sun, your lips are burnt and cracked, and your mouth is so dry that you can't even begin to make a spit-dollop much less swallow. Suddenly up walks an alluring siren, as golden tanned as the surrounding sand dunes. She's a hallucination, you think; some mirage conjured up by the sun beating relentlessly down upon your brain....
"Would you like a long, cold drink of beer?" she asks, jarring you back to reality. "I can stay with you awhile, too... if you like.
"But my only container from which to offer you the beer is this river bootie... I hope you don't mind," she adds.
"Get the hell out of here!" you answer. "There's no way I am drinking beer out of a bootie!"
Ken ;-)
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