2000-12-10 - 01:27:34

I was at the beach today when a funny thing happened. A strange naked old man washed ashore and began speaking to me in another language. I didn't know what to do, so I took him home. He wouldn't drink the tapwater so I gave him some rum. He loved it. He drank two bottles, and said, "Arglinfrein." I think that's his name. He went in my bathroom and started licking the towels. Then he said something about going home and tried to jump into the toilet. I didn't know what to do, and I'd never seen a man swim in a toilet, so I just let him be. Then he stopped moving, and I had an intoxicated, naked, dead, old man halfway in my toilet. All I could think of was, how much I could sell him for. Not very much, probably. So I kept him. I put him in my backyard. For the tourists, you know?

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