Uncle harold drank a 40 ouncer every day. It ticked Aunt Mable off to no end. She was always telling him that he would die if he kept drinking the way he did. As usual she was right about everything. Poor Uncle Harold died shortly after his 98th birthday.
The above story is fictitous. Any resemblence to people whether alive, dead, or dead drunk is entirely coincidental.
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