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Len sat down across from me in my booth, which is shaped like two licorice incisors facing each other. He had a tall glass of Anisette, but his continence was not as sweet. Before Len opened his mouth to bemuse me with fresh frisky stories of his lolcat, I said to him, "Lenmussen! I have to tell you, last night I lashed myself at my helm. Then I lashed myself at the bow, at stern, in the mess hall, and then lashed myself ever so slightly just before my long late night shift at the helm of the ship. There, I latched myself to the helm, because I was expecting some rough seas, and I didn't want to get blown overboard."
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