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Friend of my father's had been struck in the head with an axe as a child (his brother was splitting wood, the head flew off (the axe, not the brother ;)) and sconed this poor kid. He was as smart as, jsut had a speech impediment.
He rang up one night when I was expecting a call from a friend, and nautrally I mistook him for me fried speaking in a goofy voice. I will forever be haunted by saying "Cmon, drop the goofy voice dave", and getting the reply
"it's charlie, not dave"
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