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The Sober Masters Secret

The beer was flowing out of taps onto the floor. The leprechauns were lying in it, singing weird songs. I stepped over them on the way to the bar. Patrick O’Malley recognized me immediately. Aren’t you the one who sobers up that lot? I stared at the mess on the floor and nodded. How do you do it? I was hesitant to give away my trade secrets. If there are other Sober Masters, I might be out of a job. If you can keep a secret, I will tell you. I take them home to their mothers.

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Date: 3/5/2022 8:51:00 AM
(chuckling) Of course...how else?
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/5/2022 9:12:00 AM
What else would work?
Date: 3/5/2022 5:49:00 AM
Caren, this is so funny on so many levels. As the old joke states....."three Irishmen walked out of a bar.....NO .... REALLY...it could happen.......
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/5/2022 9:13:00 AM
I am Irish, and I am doubtful John