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CONTENT:


Wow, I Met Cliff!
Cliff Hates You All
Cliff is Furious
Cliff Does NOT Have a Drinking Problem
A Cliff Christmas Story
More About Cliff
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CLIFF DOES NOT HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM!!!

I was talking to Cliff last night and he claimed that somebody called him and left a message on his answering machine, accusing him of having a drinking problem. Cliff adamantly denies this and wants to explain his actions that might have led some people into thinking he's got an alcohol addiction. I hope this clears everything up for all of you.

"When I was at church that one day, I wasn't drunk. My fucking eyesite was all screwed up because I was painting my toolshed the night before, and I couldn't tell that I was wearing that blue tuxedo I bought 20 years ago. I was cursing at the Priest because I thought he was the jackass that stole my broom a few days ago. I still kind of think he is, just because you work for the church doesn't mean you're some kind of saint for God's sake."

"The store owner said I stole the beer, but I came in there with it. You can ask that broad outside that was using the phone. She must've fucking saw me while she was calling her drug dealer on the phone to hook her up with more crack. The guy that owns the store had a grudge against me ever since that time I called the cops on him for playing his shit music really loud. He listens to that rap shit. What a fuck."

"The only reason I was drinking all night on Thanksgiving was because my foot was killing me. The arthritis was flaring up like nobody's business, so I started popping painkillers like Tic-Tacs. Anyway, that shit wasn't helping, so I pulled out the flask of Jack and drank it all. Then I hear some noise outside, I thought it was the garbagemen knocking over my cans again, so I run out and fall down the fucking porch because I had forgotten to zip my fly and my goddamn pants fell down and tripped me. Then I start throwing up all over the porch like a fucking fountain. I still haven't washed those clothes yet."

"I was going to see a movie one day, some show with that one fucker from the movie about the monkeys, and there was some queer in line dressed like a goddamn woman! I started laughing my ass off, so the dipshit turns around and asks me what I'm laughing at so I says, 'Your pretty hair, Esmerelda' and his boyfriend pushes me down. I got up and kicked that asshole's knee so hard it just snapped and I scream 'YOU WANT TO MESS WITH A VETERAN, BUDDY?' and I just go off on the jerk until they kick me out. I started drinking AFTER that."

"My cable went out that one night a few weeks ago, and I couldn't watch 'Silk Stockings', so I had nothing better to do but throw down some Scotch. One of those idiot kids from next door starts banging on my door and I answer it and think he's a burglar so I push him off my porch into the shrubs. He runs away and then his dad comes over, all pissed off and shit. I don't really care so I tells him he can go back to his house and hump that pile of meatloaf he calls his wife. This pisses the asshole off even more, so I push him off the porch into the shrubs. He landed right where his braindead kid did to, it was fucking hilarious. What a family of retards."

Have any other questions about Cliff's drinking? Feel free to email them in.

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