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So far I've been lucky, although it wouldn't surprise me if Dave next door had killed a man. The moustachioed, perpetually intoxicated Virginian is known affectionally as "FUCK'N DAVE!" by my friends...they met him when he happened to drop by to "deliver some cabbages he'd grown" just as I was throwing a party...he stayed for the next 5 hours or so, chatting to my friends, getting very drunk on Whiskey and buying everybody Chinese.. Oh, Dave! :D
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