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Whole Lotta Bull

We stood there for a moment looking at Bill’s car.

“Well, I see you finally found a can big enough for you,” I said. “I’m impressed.”

Bill nodded. “Yeah. Just one problem, though.”

I glanced at him. “What’s that?”

“Where am I gonna find a hundred-gallon bottle of vodka?”

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