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In vino veritas.
[In wine there is truth.]
-- Pliny
The father, passing through his son's college town late one evening on a
business trip, thought he would pay his boy a suprise visit. Arriving at the
lad's fraternity house, dad rapped loudly on the door. After several minutes
of knocking, a sleepy voice drifted down from a second-floor window,
"Whaddaya want?"
"Does Ramsey Duncan live here?" asked the father.
"Yeah," replied the voice. "Dump him on the front porch."
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