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— Hey, do you know this guy I was talking about?

— Who? Lacan?

— No, the drunk. The barfly.

— Ah... what's up?

— In the same day he was talking about Lacan, he sent notes to all women in the pub. After that, he send notes to their men, saying he would fuck all the women. It became a big mess. The pub almost start a fire.

— Are you kidding me?

— No, really. And the worst of all is that he was beside me babbling that shitchat about Lacan, Sartre and the sexual maniac maid, so everbody toguht I was with him and should get spanked also.

— Fuck. You ran away, didn't ye?

— No way, that's where the best part of the story begins. When they came to start a fight, he started screaming and yelling. He said his name was Anacreonte and no one could touch him, otherwise there would be an international incident between Brasil and Greece.

— What a crazy nonsense...

— Yes, and the guys at the pub paid no atetion to it and wanted to spank him anyway...

— I bet...

— Even the owner. I thought he would intervene, but he was mad, because he had also received one of those notes... his woman works in pub, you know?

— Yep...

— By the way, a fucking delicious blonde always in a skirt. ia. Those are the most admired legs in the city, after three in the morning. But I decided to play a part in this game, because if they spanked the guy, they would come after me. I started to say he was a mental handicapped, and that it was because he had fight in greece against the Turkish, he was a little bit drunk and so on, but he was not dangerous.

— And so?

— And so this guy got really mad. He got over a chair and started to yell: "Not dangerous is my shit, you gonna suck my balls! I gonna fuck all women in this pub and the fuck the men to prove that they are all faggots!"

— I don't believe it!

— That's true. Sério. I must say I got got mad and also thought about spanking that bastard. Then he said: "That your women are easy I don't need to prove, everyone knows!" Then I gave up and was ready for the spanking, when the cops arrived. Right on time. Someone had called them as soon as the mess began. I tried to get out but they took me with him.

— Damn, and you had to spend the night on jail?

— No way. The cops knew him already. He gave thirty bucks, I gave twenty, and they left us on downtwon and made us promise not to return there. People say this guy always does this kind of mess. At least once in a month he get in troubles, but next day there he goes again. I got really angry with him. He felt asleep in a park bank and I went home by bus.

— Fuck, we should give some kicks in this asshole.

— That's true... we can do that. Mas truth is, it was so unreal that I could hardly believe it. Let's go to the pub. At this time he is probably there, completely drunk. I gotta see to believe, he's weird.

— Could be. Then we smash him.

— Deal! Let's go.