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I was on my third glass of whiskey when the stray cat I let in out of the rain began giving birth to kittens on my couch.
I was on my third glass of whiskey when the stray cat I let in out of the rain began giving birth to kittens on my couch.
During a somewhat fuzzy post-flu recovery power walk, a group of 10 or so college age men running towards me along the trail suddenly lined up single file and gave me high-fives.
I went to the freezer for some tortilla wraps and found a dead owl in there instead.