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Drinking Phyllis Gag 14/FEB/1968 Brought him some homemade soup--a steaming hot bowl of martinis--she even offered to walk his giraffe--I got rid of her--I told her his giraffe had a sore throat and then I ate the soup--by the time he got home--I thought I was a rug--that was my excuse for lying on the floor.