Not me but an acquaintance
used to work in a biker pub in Newcastle, and had regularly to serve the local hard midget biker tosser. Any faint opaqueness in his pint (his opinion) resulted in him flinging said pint back across the bar and saying "I'm not drinking this shite".

The owner of the pub was used to this and warned the barstaff of this (i.e. duck), and fixed a plan to give this piece of wank his comeuppance.

Anyway, landlord had a Jack Russell which was an excellent ratter and used to bring his prizes into the back of the pub. So one day when gobshite turned up and asked for his usual, said landlord went out back and brought a fresh specimen of the dog's hunting and dropped it into his pint and served it to him.

"what the fuck is this?" said the gobshite.

"Sorry mate we haven't cleaned the pipes for a couple of weeks"

Gobshite then went straight outside and probably puked 2 weeks of beer into the street.

Rule. Don't fuck with the landlord.
(Dr Teeth Who asked you, you fuckin' hobbit?, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 23:05, Reply)