It must be love, love, love...
Oh so many.

Suggs – in a busy bar in Sheppard’s Bush. We find ourselves crammed next to each other as we queue for a pint. Now I’m a twat at the best of times. A twat with a penchant for ‘dad jokes’ so I say…

‘Cor it’s Madness in here innit?’

His reaction? He rolled his eyes and said ‘don’t give up the fuckin’ day job’ – but he said it with more venom, spite and anger than I thought my comment warranted.

I had the last laugh though. Whilst he got served before me, they had to change the barrel for his pint so I was able to pay and return to my friends and he was still waiting.

True fax!
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 15:38, 4 replies)

Madness?
This is SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Thu 8 Oct 2009, 15:51, closed)

Arsehole
if it weren't for 'madness' then he would be a fucking nobody. still is in my book. talentless CUNT
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 15:58, closed)

Pint
Actually Suggs had the last laugh - his pint from a fresh barrel would have tasted lots nicer then yours from the old barrel.
(fatboybubba, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 16:31, closed)

Sadly. You are wrong.

We ordered different drinks. I had a pint of bitter. He was on lager, so regardless of where either of the barrels were in terms of content; I was always going to win as in drinks ‘top trumps’ (west county edition) bitter beats lager. Although both lose to cider.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 16:53, closed)