Message 11230 of 39188 in General Discussion

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> That's nothing.
> A coupla years ago, I chipped an incisor winning a bet with a 
> customer as to whether or not I could drink a pint of Guinness 
> without using my hands. Lost a tooth, won the bet. Later that night, 
> the local rep from Lucky Strike called in to present us with scooters 
> for selling so many cigarettes. The Queneau duly accepted the 
> scooter, drank far too much Bushmills, and proceeded to cycle home on 
> the scooter, only to have a violent argument with a wheelie bin at 35 
> k/ph. Accepting defeat, the Queneau put his new friend under his arm, 
> to walk the remaining 200 yards home. Bushmills inspired myopia, 
> however, precluded the Queneau from noticing road works ten metres 
> from his home, resulting in the drunken muppet falling ten feet down 
> a very obviously marked open manhole and causing serious fractures to 
> several metacarples. When I got home, I discovered I had left my keys 
> in the bar, and resorted to sleeping under a bush, until the Parisian 
> authorities deigned it appropriate to switch on the sprinklers at 
> 6a.m.

This is one of the funniest things I've read in quite a while.
Thanks!