I was there when he drowned in his last pint of Guinness. Some woman broke his heart, said she didn’t love him no more. I warned him, though, women are the devil, even my own wife. The key is never to dance with a devil you can’t tame. Poor O’Malley, he’s sure to die of liver failure at this rate.
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