Once Dean and Martin came to Martin's house and heard some noises in Martin's bedroom upstairs.
Surprised and alert, they crept up and peeked inside the bedroom carefully from the gap in the door.
They found his milkman in bed with Martin's wife. They went down silently and into the kitchen.
Martin was shaking with rage.
He jerked open the fridge, grabbed two bottles of chilled beer and handed one over to Dean.
Both had a couple of sips in silence.
Dean understood Martin's rage and said: “Sorry about that, but what about that milkman?”
Martin: “What about him? He can get his own darn beer.”
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Once Dean and Martin came to Martin's house and heard some noises in Martin's bedroom upstairs.
Surprised and alert, they crept up and peeked inside the bedroom carefully from the gap in the door.
They found his milkman in bed with Martin's wife. They went down silently and into the kitchen.
Martin was shaking with rage.
He jerked open the fridge, grabbed two bottles of chilled beer and handed one over to Dean.
Both had a couple of sips in silence.
Dean understood Martin's rage and said: “Sorry about that, but what about that milkman?”
Martin: “What about him? He can get his own darn beer.”
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