Joe looks like he had a rough night.

Mark watched his roommate and fellow motorcycle enthusiast Joe stumble from his bedroom to the kitchen and fumble for a cup of coffee.

“Hey, dude, you look like you had a bad night.”

“I did,” Joe replied. After pool league we had a few and then I got into my car. The steering wheel, the pedals, the dashboard—all gone—stolen.”

“What did you do?”

“I called the cops, man.”

“What did they say?”

“They told me I was in the back seat—and I’d better take a cab home.”

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