There was a dude that used to frequent the bar I worked in with the last name Fuller. We used to say he was fuller shit because he wouldn’t shut the fuck up. If we saw him coming we would run, because the first bartender he started talking to was going to be stuck there for at least two hours listening to him ramble about his whisky collection.

The man was a hoarder and an alcoholic, once bragged about how he hid $30k worth of whisky uber his baby’s crib so his wife wouldn’t find it. And that’s basically the gist of his rants, but they were unending.

This news put a smile on my face.