dude with bad teeth, who barfed on me.
(no more snacks before bedtime, Averill)
My phone rang at 4 a.m. and I was all disoriented.
When I checked the phone in the morning, I had a message that I had dialed 9-1-1.
“If this is a real emergency, please call back ...”
I dunno if it was an emergency. I mean ... He did own his house.
;)
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