The year was 1911. After losing what can only be described as the stupidest bet in all of human history, The Bearded Man was on the verge of defeat. For some reason, he thought it would be a great idea to bet a cocktail waitress one evening that he could be the first person ever to reach the South Pole. How hard could it be? I mean hell, he traveled around the world long enough, if anybody could do it he could, right? With each step as he trekked through the impossibly thick antarctic snow and ice, he grew angrier and angrier at his previous arrogance. He didn't have much food with him, and he didn't exactly know where he was either. Something about staring at nothing but white for weeks can make even the best navigator get turned around. Truthfully he was about to call it quits, go back and just hand the cocktail waitress the damn five bucks. "Screw it," he thought to himself. "I'm going home." Then, all of a sudden, he saw another figure struggling ahead of him. What? He hadn't seen another human being for weeks. There, facedown in the snow, was none other than the legend Roald Amundsen. Our hero is no doctor, but this man was clearly going to die. The Bearded Man cracked open a beer and handed it to the young man, saving his life. They reached the South Pole together, but The Bearded Man figured "Let this guy have all the credit, I'm just going to get the five bucks from that cocktail waitress. And her phone number. Phone number is key."
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