One evening in October, when I was far from sober - and lugging home a load with manly pride - why my feet began to stutter so I sat down in the gutter - and a pig came up and sat down by my side. I remarked that it's fair weather when good fellows get together til a lady passing by was heard to say "You can tell a man who boozes by the playmates that he chooses" and the pig got up and slowly walked away.
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