My chum and I, Rexworth went over to the local pub to get some maidens to play with our fiddlesticks, but all we had was an embarring moment with them. I asked the fair maiden how much she weighed because Rexworth had a wager that she didn't weight as much as she looked. We brought out the scale and she poured what smelled like liquor all over us. What went wrong because I could have sworn we were going to get lucky.
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