Once There was a man named Juan, Juan went to a bar to get a drink.

In the bar Juan saw his arch enemy Pedro, They glance at each other and sat far from each other.

Juan looked at Pedro's table to find his sister Juanita flirting with Pedro.

Juan already drunk flipped his table and ran to Pedro, Pedro also already drunk Slapped his bottle across the room and ran towards Juan.

They both tripped and died.

Moral of the story? Never drink and fight, its bad for you

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