Gapoha!!!

 There are two drunkards walking on the street behind my window. 

They're teasing eachother about who is drunker. 

One suggested they say "Gapoha" to test the level of drunkenness. 

One did...the other in saying it choked on the "Ga....." and the debate was settled. 



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