My friend is a letter carrier in a little northern town, like South Park without snow, we're drinking the local moonshine which this batch had been soaking in some bark, some roots, and some honey for a while, which made it "herbal whiskey." The food was great too. The fish had been swimming in a barrel only an hour before. Everything was really spicy. The host had his own cock-pit and lots of big, tough birds. At about nine o'clock he began lovingly washing and drying each of them before putting them to bed.
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