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So, guys, since we're at The Drop, do you have any tales of name drops, ball drops, what have you?
"Well, two Fridays ago, someone dropped something in my drink, and I got drugged," Marty said. He was at a local bar with a bunch of women, and the drugger apparently was trying to roofie one of the women and got Marty's beer by mistake. He couldn't remember anything after three beers. "And I'm a bartender, and I drink a lot," he added.
"It was me," Patrick admitted.
"When I think of drops, I think of pooping. I'm going to poop now," Patrick said. "Thank you, Dan Rather. I love you."
No, thank you, Patrick. There you have it: Drinking under a giant TV tower is good for your health. Except for the drinking part, theoretically. Now where's our Dreamsicle Cosmorita, damn it?