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Just a vagabond writes, "I once had a guy in a pub shout completely out of the blue at me 'OI! BIG NOSE!' and then ask coyly 'Fancy a fight?'"
Tell us stories of the dodgy boozers you've been to, and what happened.
( , Fri 7 Feb 2014, 12:32)
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I made the mistake of ordering a pint of Stella in a pub in Scotland once and the landlord said 'what are yee, a fuckin poof?'
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( , Sat 8 Feb 2014, 10:46, closed)
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Considering our national lager (Tennants) is one of the dishwateriest ones outside of America, I'm frankly amazed at this.
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But, like the good Doc said, Beaththewife ain't French.
And if you'd prefer the watery piss that is Tennants to a good solid pint of loopy-juice, you are clearly a denty-brained mong.
A denty-brained mong that CAN'T EVEN DRINK LIKE A MAN.
Do you have it in a half-pint glass? With a FUCKING UMBRELLA IN IT?
YOU UTTER, UTTER POOF.
Although I do think there's good reason to burn down parliament for the cunts making Stella now get watered down from it's formerly at some point after the 8 or 9th pint psychosis-inducing 5.1% to what it is now.
Cunts
( , Sun 9 Feb 2014, 5:18, closed)
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Feel free to scorn.
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Way to invalidate any opinion you may hold on any form of alcoholic refreshment, stuj.
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:D
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it delights me immensely to go in to Scottish pubs and order beer in shillings.
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I walked in one morning after a nightshift, just wanting to get some change, and ordered a coke.
'WHUR'S YUR LASSIE?' growled the barman.
'Fuck, sorry pal, pint of eighty shilling please' I replied.
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