Laura and I were out slow-walking Ella (who is having a bit of trouble with her right hind leg) last night when we stopped so an older man on a front stoop could pet the dog. When he spoke, he was almost incomprehensible.
As we continued on our way, I said to Laura, "Sometimes I regret the fact that I will never grow up to become a drunken old Irishman."
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