It all started with a quick swig of absinthe... The fairy whispers, "it's home-brew, just like mom used to make!!" A bit laters, the monkeys told me it was time to climb to the top of the plaster of paris mountain at the putt putt course in Panama City Beach & swipe the faux, slightly ragged, Jolly Roger replica.

Then came the lightening strike. "What is Alex Trabeck doing up here?" I mumbled as I was tumbling down the mountain, cracking its finish along the way. Only then did I realize the folly of my action. Its innocent treachory exposed to me, I tossed the empty bottle and hit Alex square in the forehead! "What is Ouch!?" he said, before doubling over in agony.

That's why Absinthe is illegal in the US.

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