mumpers flinched as the pint glass crashed to the floor beside him.
There was claret everywhere, someone must have been hit on the way down. Fucking typical, he'd only wanted them to come out for a quiet pint. People were looking around them and the lassie covered in blood wouldn't stop screaming. Then he heard the voice he was dreading

"no cunt leaves until we find out which of youse cunts did this"

He knew it was a mistake to let Mrs Mumpers have the second bottle of buckie.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 22 Oct 2012, 12:37, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

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( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 22 Oct 2012, 12:41, Reply)