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Let me tell you about the evening I had last night. It began at seven o'clock. As you may have guessed, it involved drinking.
It started out as a normal evening down the local public house. Some people were getting a bit rowdy in the corner so, like sensible people, we decided to go and cheer on the potential fight. An argument had apparently broken out along the lines of 'Excuse me, Sir, you seem to have spilled my pint of ale. Would you mind doing me the courtesy of purchasing a replacement?' (or words to that effect).
The alleged spiller and the alleging spillee then began a debate on pint-spilling etiquette and, having failed to reach a conclusion, began beating each other up - much to delight of the rest of the pub goers. Unfortunately at that point the clock struck 11 and we all poured out into the streets where a public bloodbath began.
A friend of mine suffered a broken arm in the proceedings and, as he was so keen to continue in the pummelling, I managed to fashion a temporary splint for him using the contents of my trusty pencil case.
Pleased with my work, I rejoined the brawling only to find the local police had arrived to spoil the fun. They were using those little gadget things for spraying pepper at people to stop them seeing properly (as if any of us could see straight anyway). A small number of the crowd were particularly infuriated by this action as the pepper was soaking up the vinegar on their chips, making them taste like the contents of a lava lamp.
Anyway to cut a long story short (and now that I've coincidentally got all the required words in) we won the fight and, as a reward, the police used their law enforcing status to allow the pub owner to illegally re-open after hours to celebrate our victory - and at that point the HEAVY drinking began, which is why I feel as bad as I do now.
The end.
It started out as a normal evening down the local public house. Some people were getting a bit rowdy in the corner so, like sensible people, we decided to go and cheer on the potential fight. An argument had apparently broken out along the lines of 'Excuse me, Sir, you seem to have spilled my pint of ale. Would you mind doing me the courtesy of purchasing a replacement?' (or words to that effect).
The alleged spiller and the alleging spillee then began a debate on pint-spilling etiquette and, having failed to reach a conclusion, began beating each other up - much to delight of the rest of the pub goers. Unfortunately at that point the clock struck 11 and we all poured out into the streets where a public bloodbath began.
A friend of mine suffered a broken arm in the proceedings and, as he was so keen to continue in the pummelling, I managed to fashion a temporary splint for him using the contents of my trusty pencil case.
Pleased with my work, I rejoined the brawling only to find the local police had arrived to spoil the fun. They were using those little gadget things for spraying pepper at people to stop them seeing properly (as if any of us could see straight anyway). A small number of the crowd were particularly infuriated by this action as the pepper was soaking up the vinegar on their chips, making them taste like the contents of a lava lamp.
Anyway to cut a long story short (and now that I've coincidentally got all the required words in) we won the fight and, as a reward, the police used their law enforcing status to allow the pub owner to illegally re-open after hours to celebrate our victory - and at that point the HEAVY drinking began, which is why I feel as bad as I do now.
The end.
goddammit ive been back less than a hour and im already p****d off about this dumb clock thing... what happened to people wanting to win free computer games that normally cost between £20 and £50
This obviously isn't going to win the CLOCK thing but has anyone actually read it anyway?
Let me tell you about the evening I had last night. It began at seven o'clock. As you may have guessed, it involved drinking.
It started out as a normal evening down the local public house. Some people were getting a bit rowdy in the corner so, like sensible people, we decided to go and cheer on the potential fight. An argument had apparently broken out along the lines of 'Excuse me, Sir, you seem to have spilled my pint of ale. Would you mind doing me the courtesy of purchasing a replacement?' (or words to that effect).
The alleged spiller and the alleging spillee then began a debate on pint-spilling etiquette and, having failed to reach a conclusion, began beating each other up - much to delight of the rest of the pub goers. Unfortunately at that point the clock struck 11 and we all poured out into the streets where a public bloodbath began.
A friend of mine suffered a broken arm in the proceedings and, as he was so keen to continue in the pummelling, I managed to fashion a temporary splint for him using the contents of my trusty pencil case.
Pleased with my work, I rejoined the brawling only to find the local police had arrived to spoil the fun. They were using those little gadget things for spraying pepper at people to stop them seeing properly (as if any of us could see straight anyway). A small number of the crowd were particularly infuriated by this action as the pepper was soaking up the vinegar on their chips, making them taste like the contents of a lava lamp.
Anyway to cut a long story short (and now that I've coincidentally got all the required words in) we won the fight and, as a reward, the police used their law enforcing status to allow the pub owner to illegally re-open after hours to celebrate our victory - and at that point the HEAVY drinking began, which is why I feel as bad as I do now.
The end.
It started out as a normal evening down the local public house. Some people were getting a bit rowdy in the corner so, like sensible people, we decided to go and cheer on the potential fight. An argument had apparently broken out along the lines of 'Excuse me, Sir, you seem to have spilled my pint of ale. Would you mind doing me the courtesy of purchasing a replacement?' (or words to that effect).
The alleged spiller and the alleging spillee then began a debate on pint-spilling etiquette and, having failed to reach a conclusion, began beating each other up - much to delight of the rest of the pub goers. Unfortunately at that point the clock struck 11 and we all poured out into the streets where a public bloodbath began.
A friend of mine suffered a broken arm in the proceedings and, as he was so keen to continue in the pummelling, I managed to fashion a temporary splint for him using the contents of my trusty pencil case.
Pleased with my work, I rejoined the brawling only to find the local police had arrived to spoil the fun. They were using those little gadget things for spraying pepper at people to stop them seeing properly (as if any of us could see straight anyway). A small number of the crowd were particularly infuriated by this action as the pepper was soaking up the vinegar on their chips, making them taste like the contents of a lava lamp.
Anyway to cut a long story short (and now that I've coincidentally got all the required words in) we won the fight and, as a reward, the police used their law enforcing status to allow the pub owner to illegally re-open after hours to celebrate our victory - and at that point the HEAVY drinking began, which is why I feel as bad as I do now.
The end.