After relying on No-Doz pills for two years now in his bi-annual exam binges, a certain character we know was too often disappointed by the results. He agreed with another great man of our time that it was time for a change.
It was a three hour French C battle that faced him last Saturday afternoon. He didn't take the no-doz because he had insomnia anyway. He didn't eat, not wanting to draw blood from his brain to his digestive system. But to achieve the Gallic outlook he drank a bottle of Petri Wine.
"In vino veritas," he smiled cheerfully as he lurched into the exam. Appearing ninety minutes later, he qualified his statement with "Veritas, may be, but not mut French C. Next time we'll try absinthe."
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The Vagabond
