Slack fookin barstaff on New Years Eve booted a full, heavin pubs worth out at 1am instead of 2! Fookin miserable bastards! Shitters are desperate here aswell!
Submitted by Northern Boys Luv Gravy on 02/01/2006 08:57:22
I hide in here on a saturday afternoon while the missus potters round 'lush' smelling everything. (I usually have time for 2 or 3 pints, right fellas?). It does smell bad, but its preferable to the smell of scented-lavender-flower-friggin-logan-berry-juice-extract.
Submitted by Happiness comes in pints on 01/12/2005 16:15:05
