A day at the races

A few hours later the track trumpeter started playing happy birthday for someone down the row. I had been drinking pretty heavily and stumbled down the aisle to find the bathroom. When I tried to walk around the trumpeter I tripped and bumped into him causing the trumpet to make a strange farting noise while knocking out his front teeth. I was escorted off the premises and asked not to come back. Maybe next year we should just go to Denny's.

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