Friend and I took quite a few shots
and took bets on which chair would win
the race.
I supported the one with three legs
citing aerodynamics
and took off my shirt
just like a wild fan.
Friend sunk another shot
in front of the others,
screamed, "Sick!"
and squiggled away.
Found out later, friend stole my shirt
and when I asked the bartender
if he knew any sad stories,
he glanced through a glass
and shook his head yes.
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