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I fell tonight

I fell tonight, going to the transfer pole to pull my pants up after taking a shit.   I would’ve called  Butch,  but he’s in/at a poker  tournament  in Rehoboth this evening.  The cool thing for me is, I knew he would’ve just called the cops anyway, so I called them by just tapping the “POLICE button on my watch; bing, bang, boom, Bob’s your uncle. They were here and I was back in my ‘’chair in no time.
As I recover, and come back more  & more back into my own, Butch’s job seems to need re-definition at least.
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