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so my dad, a 50 year old biker with a beer gut, made a bonfire in our back driveway one night in the middle of the downtown area of our town (yea, i know...) and while sitting there with a beer in hand (I had walked into the house for amoment) his metal chair with no back legs but the front legs that connect in a U shape towards teh back of the chair had given out and laid him out flat on his back.
I found him sitting there, beer intact, "staring at the stars" as he told me. I half believed him but still laughed my head off.
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