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Waitress, there's a wrench in my beer! The honourable Bil Lusa brings another meeting
of the West-side Drinking Authority (WDA) to order at one of our regular haunts, the
Sidetrack of Ypsilanti, MI.
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I'm enjoying my first of several beers that evening, 25 oz of sweet sweet Harp.
Bil is looking for something, but nobody knows what it might be.
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The world, as seen by beer. And congestion. Smart scoots by Molly while Brad observes closely.
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Oh no! A strange groove bug hits burns first. Then it quickly spreads down the table. What next!
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Half the table bops while the other half stares in disbelief. Burns is so overcome that he's out
of his chair. You can tell bil wants to be there too! He's pushing that chair back...
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Burns is down, but Bil is ready! Is that the Lawnmower??
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Molly Kay and I stare in disbelief. Luckily our leadership calms down, takes a seat, and keeps
drinking.
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Grrr baby! Grrrr!
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happy shiny drunk people (dave, me)
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The hands that have captured the world's memories.
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The check is paid and coats donned. This 16th of November 2000 meeting of the WDA is adjourned
and we amble back to our various soberly piloted vehicles. I for one was definitely not driving.
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