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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Night Down The Pub
[time] => 2012-06-18 13:58:16
[hometext] => Hope this at least makes you nearly chuckle
[bodytext] => Cheap Tarts, cheap beer in a cheap venue coughing up ash in a constant haze of cigarette smoke all eyes alive to the threat posed, by a rogue in a trench coat he pulls out his rizla and then proceeds to roll feeling his liver sizzle as the cider takes its toll 'He looked half soaked' mumbled the half baked bloke an old man croaked 'I think I've got sun stroke' the room filled with laughter and cheers then they all re-commenced with there beers but old mick was still wiping his tears as he pulled his loved one near She barked! it startled him 'I dont just go to work to pay off your fines as you spend all day down here having a whale of a time' she pulled out some wet vouchers 'I've even tried to use these we're skint Mick so tonight, you can get your own tea' In a voice high pitched a slime-ball snitched a hard man twitched then clenched his fists eyebrows quivered as stern words were delivered the recipient dithered as reluctant friends slithered out the room into the dust plumes of a sweaty afternoon The place goes up and 30 minutes later, theres puddles of stale lager infused with swirls of blood and the remnants of a bag of blow if there was anyone in control here they'd of called a stop to all this at least 15 years ago a thunderous voice cries 'don't look at me with those ears', dave the rave chokes and from old terry the tibbler to young norbert the quibbler, a war cry is croaked 'we shall fight them in the bus shelters' 'we shall fight them in the kebab houses' 'we shall fight them outside pizza express' we shall fight their spouses with our spouses' we shall never surrender [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 7 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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